I've bought my tickets home. Thats a pretty exciting deal. Also a very alien deal.
I don't think I'd choose to come back and live in Delhi, in fact it is probably going to be pretty low on my list. But I have now established a degree of normalcy and autonomy that make living here an accepted piece of reality in my mind. I have a fair bit of free time, though consumed mostly with work it is work I enjoy. I have some friends I can call and bother. I still talk with my friends back in the states every day, and both my parents. It could be an odd sort of limbo, but its become normal.
I don't know what to look forward to about going home. The idea of being with my family, my dogs (I've gotten made fun of for switching the order of those), is an idea so detached from my present perception of reality I can only come up with things like, 'I know when I see them I will be happy...'
A friend who has been abroad brought up how complete the sense of relaxation is when returning home, that despite now being comfortable dealing with language barriers, or accepting that a trip to get a toothbrush will take an hour and a half, all that effort to deal with these situations is still there. When you get home, everything is so easy.
I've got a few more trips planned before I leave. My mom is coming out at the end April, and we'll go to Leh, Ladakh (the Buddhist and safe part of Kashmir). I'm also heading up to Dharamsala to visit the Tibetan Government in Exile in March. Looking at my calendar, the amount of time left in India is so small. I haven't been able to do everything, nor will I be able to do everything, but I've done almost everything that I've wanted to do.
There are now less than 70 days until I go home. It has hit me but hasn't. I really don't think that it will until my mom comes, or until we're on the flight home.
I don't think I'd choose to come back and live in Delhi, in fact it is probably going to be pretty low on my list. But I have now established a degree of normalcy and autonomy that make living here an accepted piece of reality in my mind. I have a fair bit of free time, though consumed mostly with work it is work I enjoy. I have some friends I can call and bother. I still talk with my friends back in the states every day, and both my parents. It could be an odd sort of limbo, but its become normal.
I don't know what to look forward to about going home. The idea of being with my family, my dogs (I've gotten made fun of for switching the order of those), is an idea so detached from my present perception of reality I can only come up with things like, 'I know when I see them I will be happy...'
A friend who has been abroad brought up how complete the sense of relaxation is when returning home, that despite now being comfortable dealing with language barriers, or accepting that a trip to get a toothbrush will take an hour and a half, all that effort to deal with these situations is still there. When you get home, everything is so easy.
I've got a few more trips planned before I leave. My mom is coming out at the end April, and we'll go to Leh, Ladakh (the Buddhist and safe part of Kashmir). I'm also heading up to Dharamsala to visit the Tibetan Government in Exile in March. Looking at my calendar, the amount of time left in India is so small. I haven't been able to do everything, nor will I be able to do everything, but I've done almost everything that I've wanted to do.
There are now less than 70 days until I go home. It has hit me but hasn't. I really don't think that it will until my mom comes, or until we're on the flight home.
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