I get a lot of, "How are you?"s and "How's India?"s from friends and family.
Well, I have decided that India and I are having a love affair...dating, really. Complicated. Emotional. Sometimes I love India, sometimes India makes me sick (literally), sometimes I want to completely end it. I can not explain how I am or how India is in a quick chat bubble on Facebook or a Skype date. India and I have a bit of a complicated relationship, as all relationships are.
I'm really anxious for when the time comes at home when everyone asks, "How was studying abroad?" What should I say? "Awesome!"... sometimes. "Fine."... that sounds lame. "Interesting!"... that's an understatement.That's like asking someone, "How was your past relationship?"
I have about a month and a half left here. And then it will be completely over. India and I will break up. I suppose, like any relationship, once it's over you carry the past with you forever (the lessons learned, the memories, and etc.). Breaking up is such a bitter sweet event.
When I leave India, I will get to see all the ones I love! I will get to drink cold milk! I will get ice cubes from my own FRIDGE! I will have soft grass to roll around in with my dog! When I leave India, I also will leave the ones I love. I will not get to laugh in joy for cold water and brownies. I will not take two naps a day (that is really going to be horrible!). I will no longer get to spend mornings with beautiful, migrant children who are so happy with life, I cannot help but know that the world is good.
I am in love with India. Darn it. Hopefully we'll get back together someday :)
Well, I have decided that India and I are having a love affair...dating, really. Complicated. Emotional. Sometimes I love India, sometimes India makes me sick (literally), sometimes I want to completely end it. I can not explain how I am or how India is in a quick chat bubble on Facebook or a Skype date. India and I have a bit of a complicated relationship, as all relationships are.
I'm really anxious for when the time comes at home when everyone asks, "How was studying abroad?" What should I say? "Awesome!"... sometimes. "Fine."... that sounds lame. "Interesting!"... that's an understatement.That's like asking someone, "How was your past relationship?"
I have about a month and a half left here. And then it will be completely over. India and I will break up. I suppose, like any relationship, once it's over you carry the past with you forever (the lessons learned, the memories, and etc.). Breaking up is such a bitter sweet event.
When I leave India, I will get to see all the ones I love! I will get to drink cold milk! I will get ice cubes from my own FRIDGE! I will have soft grass to roll around in with my dog! When I leave India, I also will leave the ones I love. I will not get to laugh in joy for cold water and brownies. I will not take two naps a day (that is really going to be horrible!). I will no longer get to spend mornings with beautiful, migrant children who are so happy with life, I cannot help but know that the world is good.
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| Some friends and I made a leaf string-thing to hang outside the Aksharavani. It is considered a blessing to the home if one hangs mango leaves above the front door. |
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| Only picture I have of me and some of the kids. We celebrated Ugadi together :) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ugadi (Photo taken by: Megan Scheetz) |
I am in love with India. Darn it. Hopefully we'll get back together someday :)
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