At this point (as I sit on my bed in a hostel in Kathmandu, Nepal)
this post is pretty late. But during my two and a half week trip through
north India I didn't have internet access at all, so I never got a
chance to post it. Better late than never, right?
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With my friend Kairos on my last day in Coimbatore.
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For the past week or two, I have been
organizing, purging, and packing all of my possessions from the past
three months of my life. Three months isn't that long, but since I
didn't bring many possessions to India with me, I have accumulated quite
a few things to fill up my room, my closet, the apartment in general.
So I started early; cleaning out all of the folders from my classes,
ditching the loose papers that I didn't think I'd ever look at again. It
was a process. Not to mention, I had only one suitcase, limited to
50lbs, a backpack and a tote bag in which to fit all of my possessions,
gifts, and souvenirs. The task seemed daunting.
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Our little balcony, where we hang laundry.
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What has really struck me though, is the perspective I've had
packing. Now, if I were packing up from my apartment in Raheja Enclave
and immediately boarding a plane back to New England, I think I would be
totally geared up for going home. But in my case, for this trip, I am
leaving Coimbatore, my home for the past three months, for two and a
half weeks of traveling within India to places I've never been and one
week to Nepal. Instead of feeling like I was leaving India for home, I
packed up feeling as though I was leaving home to be a tourist, a nomad.
Isn't it interesting how one's perspective on home changes, just based on the next destination?
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The gate of Raheja.
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That being said, I am pumped for
going to real home, a place where I have a culture in common with the
people around me, where I don't automatically stick out because of the
color of my skin and my knowledge of only one language instead of the
average Indian's proficiency in two to five languages, where I can cook
the food I like and know how and where to shop (usually, everything is
available in one convenient location--how novel!) and can DRIVE myself
there! It will be great. Aside from the fact that I'll be so cold that
I'll probably never leave my bed.
YES, better late than never! Home. Though perspective may change, there's no place like HOME! Can't wait to see you and hear all about your adventures. xoxoxoxo ~mama
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