I have decided not to continue the previous story of my journey home, and keep my feelings on that experience very private. In summary, it was hard. As I crossed the globe, my mission became easier, but the sadness was still present. I was lucky, in a way, as I found a lot of adventure along the way. My flight was suddenly changed and I went on to Hong Kong.
My Transition Home
As I arrived home, I was greeted by my sister and one of my younger brothers. I was very hungry, so we met up with my mom at one of my favorite American restaurants. When we returned to my mother’s house, I distributed sweets and quickly fell asleep. I did miss DN quite a bit, and I was able to talk to him before sleeping.
After that night, I brought my luggage to my grandmother’s house and have been staying here ever since. My grandparents are very calm and loving, and I’m happy to be spending my time here with them. I haven’t had as much energy as I hoped, but otherwise everything is going well!
I hope to start recording more videos soon. Thank you for your patience until then.
I have found many aspects of being home and American culture, strange, once again. But there is little or no reverse culture shock, this time. I miss Delhi, as it’s easy to get around in Delhi with autorickshaws and the wonderful metro system. In my city, taxis are expensive, and only one metro bus extends to my city from the metro city. So getting around without a car is nearly impossible. I find myself more stuck here, than I ever felt, in India. I have my family to take me to the grocery store or to my doctor, but nothing is as freeing as being able to go out any time and bring what I want and need myself.
But I’ve managed so far, and honestly, there is nothing negative about my experience here – except being without my husband… and we’re working on it.