It has been three months since I arrived in India. Three months already...
In three months I've learned a little Hindi, I've chased (and caught) boys, help them cross the monkey bars, read stories, taught sunday school and shared devotions. I've learned how to make lesson plans and teach (sorta) and recently I've even learned a song in German (Thanks to my lovely roommates). And I've made some really good friends.
I've seen people sleeping on streets and children running around naked... men peeing on the side of the street.... and I've gotten hit by a bicyclist and fallen in holes (I'm sure this last one is a shocker to you all)
And... it's all normal to me now.
I don't know how it happened, or when it happened, but somewhere along the way I think India has become home and the people here precious to me.
3 months done 7 1/2 left to go... and I know it will be over only too fast.
In three months I've learned a little Hindi, I've chased (and caught) boys, help them cross the monkey bars, read stories, taught sunday school and shared devotions. I've learned how to make lesson plans and teach (sorta) and recently I've even learned a song in German (Thanks to my lovely roommates). And I've made some really good friends.
I've seen people sleeping on streets and children running around naked... men peeing on the side of the street.... and I've gotten hit by a bicyclist and fallen in holes (I'm sure this last one is a shocker to you all)
And... it's all normal to me now.
I don't know how it happened, or when it happened, but somewhere along the way I think India has become home and the people here precious to me.
3 months done 7 1/2 left to go... and I know it will be over only too fast.
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