T-Rex Trying to Start a Curling Team…
Am I fit to be around school children? I have no criminal record, am currently enrolled in college, and I take care of my quadriplegic brother and three school-age nephews… I wake up with my nephews when they have nightmares, stay up all night when they have a flu, wake up to see them off to school, and help them with homework in the evenings.
And now it officially is over. I arrived back at my house courtesy of Ashley and her boyfriend Travis. However, I pretended that it wasn’t over yet since I had to take Kay to GI. I took a friend from home with me and we had a welcome back dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings after dropping of Kay. A lot of things were going through my head at BDubs.
- The A/C was colder than the train to Lucknow
- There were more TV’s on the walls than I had seen in the last two weeks
- I spent over 600 rupee on my meal
- I could only eat four wings (drat you correct portion-sizes)
- Everyone seemed so young and carefree
I’m having issues re-acclimating to this country. Everything is so quiet, so clean, so bland, so colorless. I’m now used to oranges, blues, greens and pinks but all I see is taupe, tan, beige, and khaki. My room is filled with things I haven’t touched in years. Trophies, medals, CDs and books seem pretty frivolous right now. I can’t get used to having to carry my phone again. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining, but I’m not happy to be back home.
My fellow tripper Hailey said, quite eloquently, in a blog post that she’s not quite sure what she wants to carry away with her from this trip. I agree. If I take away all of my experiences, I will be a bitter and cynical person. But I don’t have the lack of compassion that it takes to go back to my life the way it was. My conscious is in shambles and my beliefs are in limbo. Right now, all I can do is wait and see where the pieces fall, where I can do good and go back to living my life, but as a better, more grateful, giving American who once had his life changed in India.