Homegoing

Giving myself no more than five minutes to type here because I need to pack badly and need to sleep worse. Another last night in Tagore - how very strange. But it's better this time. This time it carries the afterglow of delight that comes with returning home and knowing you can always come back. And I must say, it beats the apprehension of leaving a place where I'd grown, changed and become comfortable again, for a place that seemed long and far away, a place where I wasn't sure how I'd fit in. There's nothing so comfortable as taking some time at home (or homes) before setting off on another great adventure. I feel so blessed to have been able to take this time in India before I take off for D.C. It's done a great deal to remind me who I am, was, became and wish to be. It's grounded me as only India can (and apparently always does) and I'm very grateful for it.

More soon, especially about my research, what all I've been up to in Hyderabad, reflections on the experience and so forth. But now to pack and get some rest before a long two days of finding my way back home.