Once again, I can't believe this is happening. In 36 hours from now I'll be leaving for Mumbai where I'll fly back to America, ending this strange and wonderful journey.
I'm not really sure how to feel about this. One one hand, I've been absolutely dying to go back to the US to my family, friends, and Christmas. I've resorted to retail therapy to make up for missing my sisters (sure they don't mind this). And I miss my friends more than they know.
On the other, India is my home. Slowly but surely this has become my life and a place where I have adapted a place and an identity. It's the place where I've been the most happy. It's the place where I've been the most sad. To adapt here, I've struggled and found strength in the little victories which have overall made me into a new person. This is my life. I am an American in India. Going back to America, I'm nervous about how this changed person will fit back state-side.
My study abroad friends have become my study abroad family and are some of the best people I have ever met. I could not imagine this trip without any of them and will miss seeing them everyday. Last night my roommate Arpita and I made (typical) sad noises at each other for ten minutes because it was our last night together. We all have been going through so many lasts. I don't like it. Last omelette at Good Luck, last night at the club, last center breakfast, last Laxmi shopping trip, omg. I'm already planning a road trip to Chicago where a bunch of them live.
But I am excited to go back since travel week (which I'll blog about when I get back home) I felt homesick for the first time in my life and was counting down the days until this moment. Now I just want time to STOPPPPPPP!
Despite all of my struggles with bureaucratic and life, I would not trade my experience for anything in the world.
I'm not really sure how to feel about this. One one hand, I've been absolutely dying to go back to the US to my family, friends, and Christmas. I've resorted to retail therapy to make up for missing my sisters (sure they don't mind this). And I miss my friends more than they know.
On the other, India is my home. Slowly but surely this has become my life and a place where I have adapted a place and an identity. It's the place where I've been the most happy. It's the place where I've been the most sad. To adapt here, I've struggled and found strength in the little victories which have overall made me into a new person. This is my life. I am an American in India. Going back to America, I'm nervous about how this changed person will fit back state-side.
My study abroad friends have become my study abroad family and are some of the best people I have ever met. I could not imagine this trip without any of them and will miss seeing them everyday. Last night my roommate Arpita and I made (typical) sad noises at each other for ten minutes because it was our last night together. We all have been going through so many lasts. I don't like it. Last omelette at Good Luck, last night at the club, last center breakfast, last Laxmi shopping trip, omg. I'm already planning a road trip to Chicago where a bunch of them live.
Classy friends
Sassy friends
But I am excited to go back since travel week (which I'll blog about when I get back home) I felt homesick for the first time in my life and was counting down the days until this moment. Now I just want time to STOPPPPPPP!
Despite all of my struggles with bureaucratic and life, I would not trade my experience for anything in the world.
