Distance is relative I've found. Its measured more by what is around you than by where you came from. And in the midst of awe-inspiring landscapes and fun and unique experiences, you can still be struck by the feeling of being too far for too long. Thats really the best phrase I can think to describe the feeling: Too far for too long. I'm not heartbroken for home. In fact I'd like the time to pass before going back to Saint Anselm. Yet today I still feel the weary longing of having been too far for too long.

Maybe its because I've been living out of hotels for the past weeks. Maybe its because I like the area of India I am in now more than Delhi. Maybe its because its the holiday season and my facebook is filled with statuses such as: Home! :)  

I don't really know. Of the five international students who came to LSR last semester, I will be the only one continuing. My friend from Australia intended to be there the whole year, but decided that the inhospitable administration and classes you could sleep through and learn all you need were not worth her time, energy, or effort. Which may very well be a good choice as during our last meeting of the semester, the director of international programs spent most of the meeting trying to convince my friend that her health wasn't good enough for India, and that she should go back to Australia. Despite my familiarity with South Delhi, I'm not entirely eager to go back. When I go back, I will be turning twenty-one and have a seven thirty curfew. I'm tired of the oppressive mentality that, 'you will get raped if you go outside alone ever.' I'm tired of washing my underwear in the sink. I'm tired of people watching me. I'm tired of every little thing taking so much effort. I think I may just have been too far for too long.

Its amazing how you can feel this in the afternoon, after having done this in the morning:

Just one of those days I guess.