I absolutely can't believe there's less than a month left here. Come end of November and I'm off on an adventure through Northern India and Nepal.
Aka, my life in Hyderabad is nearing a close.
....WHAT!?
A month ago, I would have said "hell yes, I'm ready to go home. I'm ready for familiar faces, familiar music, clean streets, fresh vegetables, and most importantly, I'm ready for WAFFLES."
And now?
Those things can wait.
The longer I spend in India the more I want to stay here.
And the more I want to stay here, the more anxious and uncomfortable I am with the idea of leaving.
I think that just means I really need to make the most of the time I have left here.
With my wonderful friends, Indian and American alike.
Eating delicious and probably fried and so wonderfully spicy food.
Drinking Amma's home made chai.
Reveling in the ridiculousness of traveling in the city.
Taking mental snapshots of women in colorful sarees, of roadside temples.
That, and studying for finals and writing endless essays.
(Here's a timeline for Indian colleges: nothing..nothing..nothing...maybe an internal test...nothing...nothing...OH HEY THERES THREE WEEKS LEFT LET'S SQUISH AN INTERNAL AND A PAPER AND A FINAL IN REALLY QUICK GIMMI A SEC---yeah. NOT cool. vo accha nahi hai.)
I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME TO THE US. I WANT TO STAY HERE. ON THE ROOFTOP OF MY HOUSE. IN THE SUNSET. ON MY ADVENTURE.
YEARGH.
Fine.
I'll go home in a month.
But I promise I'll be back one day.
Aka, my life in Hyderabad is nearing a close.
....WHAT!?
A month ago, I would have said "hell yes, I'm ready to go home. I'm ready for familiar faces, familiar music, clean streets, fresh vegetables, and most importantly, I'm ready for WAFFLES."
And now?
Those things can wait.
The longer I spend in India the more I want to stay here.
And the more I want to stay here, the more anxious and uncomfortable I am with the idea of leaving.
I think that just means I really need to make the most of the time I have left here.
With my wonderful friends, Indian and American alike.
Eating delicious and probably fried and so wonderfully spicy food.
Drinking Amma's home made chai.
Reveling in the ridiculousness of traveling in the city.
Taking mental snapshots of women in colorful sarees, of roadside temples.
That, and studying for finals and writing endless essays.
(Here's a timeline for Indian colleges: nothing..nothing..nothing...maybe an internal test...nothing...nothing...OH HEY THERES THREE WEEKS LEFT LET'S SQUISH AN INTERNAL AND A PAPER AND A FINAL IN REALLY QUICK GIMMI A SEC---yeah. NOT cool. vo accha nahi hai.)
I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME TO THE US. I WANT TO STAY HERE. ON THE ROOFTOP OF MY HOUSE. IN THE SUNSET. ON MY ADVENTURE.
YEARGH.
Fine.
I'll go home in a month.
But I promise I'll be back one day.
