The aftermath

It’s officially been one month since I landed on US soil again. How am I feeling? It’s actually a mixture of emotions.

My heart is broken. It’s slowly healing, but there’s a huge chunk of it on the other side of the world now. I don’t even feel like it’s reverse culture shock that I’m going through. It’s more like homesickness. I miss the people. I miss my American friends there. I miss the girls. I miss my Free School kids. I miss the teachers. I miss the women I storied with. I miss the beggars. I miss the rickshaw drivers. I miss our dokan man and our apartment darwan. I miss the random strangers I would interact with every day. I miss South Asians. Sometimes I just look at pictures and cry, not even knowing what exactly I’m crying for.

On the other hand, I’m excited. There is a fantastic team still over there and their hearts are on fire with the Task. I’m moving back to Erskine in 10 days. I actually feel called to Erskine now, not just like I’m there because it’s expected. I have a vision for the next two years. I love getting ready for school. There’s a lot of stress and heartache in my life, but I have such a peace that I don’t even notice it most of the time.

EDIT: Let me also clarify that while I was there, I missed family and friends terribly. I'm so glad to be back and spending some precious time with my folks and catching up with old friends.

The journey isn’t over. A chapter is, though. Moving on is hard, but fortunately, I’m addicted to change. I can’t sit still very long. I’m sure by graduation I’ll be itching to get out of Erskine, but right now, it’s exactly where I want to be.

I think I’ll keep this blog, but I won’t update it as much. Keep reading if you’re interested!