Goes

A walkabout is, strictly speaking, a journey with a built-in return. A few weeks, a few months, then you’re standing in your own kitchen again, telling people about it.

That’s how it’s meant to go. That’s how it’s done by the few who hear of a walkabout and then actually set out on one.

For me, the word walkabout means something else. The old kitchen I’ve left behind. I’m not driving back.

I was in Vrindavan, in India, with the old friend at the temple I had set out for. The getting there I had planned. The getting back I hadn’t — and at some point I stopped missing it.