Home

Though I am on the other side of the world there is a strange feeling of home here. Daily it surfaces, sometimes without warning. But instead of giving me that awful feeling, that longing to return home to where everything is familiar and constant, it makes me excited and almost happy. Maybe it is the knowledge that I will be able to return to that world, a world that is always waiting for me, once I have explored this one. Maybe it is because those things that I see provide a bridge home and lessen the foreignness of this place . When my aai serves me chai, she reminds me of home, of my mother, of the times that we spend together when I am not at school. Just sitting in the living room watching T.V. with the family feels so comfortable, so much like home, despite all the differences in context. Walking down the street is even a reminder; Mcdonalds Dominos, Crocs, Honda, and Hyundai. Sometimes it is more forced, like Friday when Alayna and I watched Jane Eyre till the wee hours of the night while eating Starbursts and Reeses. Home is every where. It is in the things that you take with you. It is in the things that you receive. It is in things that you see and those that you can only feel.  It permeates through India and wraps me in its embrace.

Love from India