Settled in and not wanting to leave

We are feeling very settled in here in Delhi, so it's with hesitation that we think about the end of our time here in six weeks and then our four weeks of travel in the Himalaya region. We're feeling so settled in that:

• we have our "regular" autorickshaw drivers to Green Park and back.
• the ironing man on our corner greets us with a happy smile each day.
• we know which of the 20 little local grocery shops carry certain brands of foods.
• we know where to go to buy bananas that are green and firm, not overripe.
• the ice cream vendor knows that we like chocolate chip.
• we have perfected the art of "walking away" from haggling in order to clinch the deal.
• we have seen plants go from bare branches to heavy with blooms.
• the boys in the neighborhood stand beneath our balcony and call out for Owen to come play.
• I felt entitled to chide a boy in the street who taunted me for being a stranger on his block, but then made the mistake of touching me on the arm.
• I recognize certain street families and their children, and wonder where they are when missing.
• I know how much to offer to pay for rickshaw rides without guessing.
• we know the channel lineup on our satellite tv service.
• we know not to expect people to move out of the way as we approach from the opposite way on the same sidewalk; sharing the sidewalk isn't a known practice here.
• when we travel and then return to Delhi, we say, "It's good to be home."