I have three days left after tonight. Part of me is excited. I know I'll be happy to return home to everyone I love and care about.... my homesickness has showed itself recently. Granted, I've been sick for the better part of the day. Being sick in India is not fun, especially when your friends drag u hiking... up to a temple... on a mountain...above all of Udaipur. Haha.
Despite all that, I will be so so so sad to leave at the same time. I almost feel like an entirely different person here. I mean my idea of what is important and what is not has changed. I have realized that back home, I've taken loads for granted. My worldview was skewed. Like how crazy is it that in America I can drink water from the sink, and that blind children are given tools for success, and that I never have to worry seriously about my safety after 9pm in my own neighborhood?
There are people here I care about so much... My boys at school, my indian friends, Alyssa, Hisa, Jeselene, and the Sareen's. I think a little bit of myself wants to stay here in India with them forever. I didn't know them a month ago and it's crazy to think how important they have become to me in such a little time period. India has been everything I hoped it would be. I wish I could tell you all the differences it has made on me, but I probably haven't realized them all myself. I have learned the value of people, kindness, and toilet paper. I am less concerned about what is thought about me, and more focused on what makes me happy and passionate about life.
Yesterday I made chapatis with the cooks at school (tortillas essentially). I made 40! It was awesome and super hard. The lady who was teaching me was making this gorgeous, perfectly round chapati and mine could barely even be called a circle. Haha! I got better though, as time went on. The cooks are great, and while I was sitting in there with them laughing about my horrible Indian cooking skills, one of the boys was sitting in there translating for me. His name is too complicated for me to say in everyday conversation, so he let's me call him DM. I don't have favorites at the school, but if I did he would be one of them.
Out of nowhere while he was translating for me he said, "Morgan didi, I feel like your life is like a movie." I froze from all chapati making and stared at him. If you've read any of my earlier blogs you will understand why. He added, "We are all characters in it. Then you will go to America..... Its a good movie. I will remember it always, until I'm old."
Seriously, that is what he told me. My mouth just hung open until one of the cooks fussed at me for taking too long. I thanked him and told him how much I will miss everyone at school. So much affirmation about my trip to India was given to me by what DM said. The fact that I could have any impact on his life whatsoever, even as just a friend who knew him for some time, that means the world to me. It makes me smile now, just typing it.
This morning there was the Rakhi ceremony at school. Hisa went with me and helped me tie one on every boy's hand. It was really special to me. Idk, its ironic to think that all the boys have called me didi (sister) and then a holiday celebrating brothers and sisters would happen at the end of my time with them. I'm blessed. So blessed indeed.
Tomorrow I will say my goodbyes at school and then I will have the weekend to pack/relax/last minute frantic shop for gifts. I will probably write one more thing on here before I head home. Until then <3
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