After my long day (about 48 hours) of travel yesterday, I made my first foray into Ulaanbaatar, which I haven't seen in almost two years.
Throughout the day, I noticed little changes here and there. This building near the mission office went out of business while I was in Mongolia. I had never even gone in, but it seemed a little sad to see the place in such a state of disrepair.
But so many things don't change. I walked up to this nearby bus station and I was struck by how familiar it was. It reminded me of people I had met there and the places I went so often.
Side note, for those of you who don't think this looks like a bus station, the actual stations are hidden from the picture, I'm referring to the area by the bus station name, as Mongolians sometimes do. I admit I didn't consider that discrepancy when I took the picture.
I randomly encountered a dozen people today that I knew from my mission. They all asked, "When did you get here," and I always said, "Yesterday," we chatted and that was it. I had thought I would be surprised to see the city again after so long, but aside for encountering the odd difference, I really wasn't. The strangest thing about being back is how strange it isn't.