And like, that photo was taken kind of a while ago, and I, like, look a little different in that picture than I do now. Like, I look older now. And then I, like, realized that one day I’m not going to look anything like I do in that picture, you know? And like…I don’t know if I’m okay with that.
1. I spent my fourth of July on a roof watching homemade fireworks (one exploded in glitter and confetti, and made my ears ring for a good hour), playing with snakes (the local snake charmer brought by cobras and vipers. I’m too much of a chicken to hold the poisonous ones, but I fell in love with a baby snake and have resolved to get one someday), and lighting sparklers (I looked straight at them and saw Ohio-shaped sunspots for the rest of the night. Miss you, Oberlin). Not quite the same as watching fireworks in St. Louis Park, but lovely none the less.
2. Speaking of home, I will be back in exactly one week. This feels twelve kinds of surreal. I know I’ve been whining for ages about how I want to go home—but just to be clear, it’s not because I don’t love it here. I do. I really do. In a way that I wasn’t really expecting and I can’t really explain. On the plane ride here, I was a total wreck. I hadn’t slept in 3 days, and I was so relieved that I had my visa. After I said goodbye to everyone, I shut off my phone, and proceeded to cry on and off for the entire ride to India (I also muttered to myself a lot because I was trying to learn the Hindi alphabet before I got here. Mission accomplished, but at the cost of maintaining any appearance of sanity for the poor guy next to me). I put on my sunglasses to cover it up, but who am I kidding…..
I’m sure that the trip back to the US will be every bit as teary.
3. Despite the fact that I’m feeling just the eensiest bit emotional (alright, I’ll admit it, I cried during an episode of the OC. Also I watched the OC. The entire first season, to be exact. I am not nearly as ashamed as I should be) many things are great. I’m basically done revising and gathering things for the pre-school, I’ve heard some incredible stories of the most BAMF women ever, and I got to play with the cutest puppy ever and help name it (its name is Muffin, though it’s pronounced “Muffeen” if you’ve got a Marathi accent). It’s the little things…right?