I've Left

Well, it certainly wasn’t easy—in more ways than one—but I have actually left India. I’m writing this blog entry as I sit a gate of the Frankfurt airport for six hours. (It would be really nice if I could post it from here, but, no, I don’t have an Internet connection. So I’ll use this text to post after I arrive home.)

Why was it hard? Well, first there was the packing. Yes, I bought too much stuff. Even after pulling out some things that I brought from home and can easily and cheaply replace when I get back there, fitting it all into my two large suitcases, carry-on, and laptop bag didn’t seem quite doable. I did end up leaving behind a couple books, but not much else that I would really have liked to fit. You might be amused to know that I’m wearing a watch on each arm—has worked out rather well, because I can set them to different time zones—as well as a couple bangle bracelets. And no, that wasn’t a fashion decision. (Those suitcases are REALLY packed.)

As you might guess, it was also rather hard emotionally. Having my landlady in tears after praying for my trip was a bit of a surprise, though for weeks now she’s been telling anyone who would listen how much she’s going to miss me. I’ll miss her, too. And saying good-bye to the group at work? No tears, but certainly sadness. I remind myself that we’ll still instant message, talk, and even have video conferences, but as I’m hugging a co-worker good-bye (only females, of course) it’s so evident that it will never be the same.

I’m sure I’ll be glad to be back home. It will have to feel good to blend in with everyone else around, and to just automatically know what’s appropriate in the culture. I expect to enjoy driving again, and am pretty sure I’ll be fine with not bargaining over prices.

But when I left Orlando six months ago, it was with a confidence that I’d return shortly. India? I refuse to say I won’t be back—sorry, Mom—but the future, as always, is a mystery. If there are more adventures like this one to be had, don't count me out!