
But this isn't about Easter, really. It was on Easter Sunday 30 years ago that I returned home after being away for more than two years. Easter that year was March 26, the earliest Easter of my life before this year. I left for my Peace Corps service in early January 1976 and worked in South Korea until December 1977. For the next couple of months I travelled through Asia with a Peace Corps friend, visiting Taiwan, Hong Kong, China, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia. I grew weary of the road and also was running out of money, so in late March I flew back to the U.S. on the cheapest ticket I could find - Bangkok to New York via Warsaw on LOT Polish Airlines. (The trip included an overnight stop in Poland and a tour of Warsaw, which in 1978 seemed like a pretty exciting diversion.) I stayed with friends for a few days in New York, and then headed to Indianapolis and my parents' home on Easter Sunday.
Is it possible it's been 30 years?
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