Out of India

The culture shock of coming back into the states is somewhat unexpected. I knew things were different in India, and while I was there everything was an experience, but as I come back to Boston and walk into my apartment I am bombarded with reminders of how different things are in the U.S. I was really bummed when my cab from the airport cost $30 instead of $3 like a tuk-tuk through town. But I was pleased it was a hybrid car and the driver abided by traffic laws. And this morning when I went out for breakfast and groceries I didn't have to think about whether or not it was ok to eat the food or buy fresh vegetables. I'm not worried about the power going out like it did even in our 5-star hotel on a regular basis. We are so fortunate to have the infrastructure in place to make us feel secure about our everyday environment.

Things I'll miss about India are the energy, culture, and welcoming people. And the things I'm most excited about returning to are ice, fresh vegetables, and the comparative quiet of Boston. I've never appreciated home more than I do now, but I've also never had such an enlightening experience abroad. Visiting India was the time of my life...and it's good to be home.