Daughter Liz and I stopped at the Farmers Market here in the Woodlands to sample the abundant delicacies so lacking in availability during our year away.   Ran into several bike riding friends and chatted.  One came up to me and said “Welcome back to the real world”.  Funny but I thought we had been living in the “real world” for the past year.  Living in a tiny box on wheels, sleeping at Wally World parking lots/Elks Lodges/gravel parking lots next to trains and freeways, being an hour away from the nearest urgent care or hospital, shopping in grocery stores that don’t stock fresh veggies, drinking water that smells like rotten eggs or tastes like dirt, working in an non air-conditioned office where temperatures reached 113 while dust blows in and covers everything, cleaning 7 toilets every day for two months, that’s what’s out in the “real world”.  Thank heavens I’m back in privileged civilization!