It was really nice to be home, have lots of fruit and a HUGE salad, just as I had been plotting for the past 5 weeks haha. What was even better was taking a looonnggg hot shower and seeing the black water run off.
I put on some clean clothes and did some laundry. My sister came over to my parents and we talked until I started feeling very sick and began vomiting. Not sure if that's related to the pound of fruit I had just eaten or not, but it's my guess.
After that I passed out on the couch for the majority of the afternoon. Unfortunately when I woke up, I think I was back on Indian time because I was wide awake. Until about 5:30 am when I forced myself to get into bed. Part of me really was not tired, but a part of me was also too sad to lay in bed. It felt strange to sleep in a room by myself. In a different bed. And it was so quiet. No honking cars, or dogs barking, or loud music. No exciting plans for the morning.
So I sat up and worked on my research paper a bit and listened to Hindi music for a while.
It's strange that I'm finally home, and yet I'm feeling homesick. I am not happy to be back to my regular boring schedule of school work and my job. Back to driving and paying bills.
It will be hard to make my time here as exciting as working in a hospital, hiking an hour and a half to a waterfall, dodging cows and wild dogs in the streets, and meeting new people everyday.
I am attempting to convince myself that it will take time to get back into the routine, as I'm sure most people experience coming back from another country.
I just hope it goes quickly.
I'm very thankful to have had this experience and I have every intention of working hard to get back to it. I met people that changed my life and I did things that have made me grow as a person in so many ways.
It was much more than I had ever anticipated.
The End.
for now.
I put on some clean clothes and did some laundry. My sister came over to my parents and we talked until I started feeling very sick and began vomiting. Not sure if that's related to the pound of fruit I had just eaten or not, but it's my guess.
After that I passed out on the couch for the majority of the afternoon. Unfortunately when I woke up, I think I was back on Indian time because I was wide awake. Until about 5:30 am when I forced myself to get into bed. Part of me really was not tired, but a part of me was also too sad to lay in bed. It felt strange to sleep in a room by myself. In a different bed. And it was so quiet. No honking cars, or dogs barking, or loud music. No exciting plans for the morning.
So I sat up and worked on my research paper a bit and listened to Hindi music for a while.
It's strange that I'm finally home, and yet I'm feeling homesick. I am not happy to be back to my regular boring schedule of school work and my job. Back to driving and paying bills.
It will be hard to make my time here as exciting as working in a hospital, hiking an hour and a half to a waterfall, dodging cows and wild dogs in the streets, and meeting new people everyday.
I am attempting to convince myself that it will take time to get back into the routine, as I'm sure most people experience coming back from another country.
I just hope it goes quickly.
I'm very thankful to have had this experience and I have every intention of working hard to get back to it. I met people that changed my life and I did things that have made me grow as a person in so many ways.
It was much more than I had ever anticipated.
The End.
for now.
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