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For most expats, the phrase "going home" triggers an automatic mental playlist: the rush of packing, the excitement of seeing family, and a massive shopping list for the cousins. But this time was different. Traveling from Jeddah to Kerala in the shadow of the pandemic wasn’t just a journey; it was an obstacle course designed by the gods of bureaucracy. It was a stressful dance of vaccine certificates, shifting quarantine rules, endless PCR tests, and the nagging, low-grade dread that the flight might get canceled at the very last second. The Pre-Flight Tightrope Walk My anxiety had been simmering for weeks, and it only began to ease when I found myself standing in a painfully long, pre-dawn queue at the Jeddah exhibition center, waiting for my second vaccine dose. Even with both jabs secured, the green light to travel didn’t arrive until a nerve-wracking two days before departure. The final hurdle was the PCR test. Waiting for that text message with the word NEGATIVE...