Its very strange being back in this space called my real life. I don't feel like I belong here. Not that I felt like I belonged and could forever inhabit India, but I also feel highly awkward and out of place in my own everything. My apartment is more foreign to me than Delhi. The abundance of material things I have is astounding. I feel better that I mostly have books and junk treasures. It's also an interesting navigation with our currency. My bank account is sad; but as broke as I am, I still have more monetary wealth than 75% of Indian citizens have in an entire year. This is also a difficult thing to mentally comprehend. I'm excited that I'm meeting up with Kite today for coffee to discuss things. She went on the trip with me. I'm thinking it's going to be extremely helpful to talk to her about things I'm thinking/feeling. Probability is high that she is feeling similarly. I'm also tired and unable to sleep really. I don't quite understand. I do however understand my stomach which is not too happy about my food choices the past day and a half since I've been home.
Our group was warned that reverse culture shock is worst than the initial culture shock. I'm going to have to agree with that statement. I'm preparing, mentally to be slightly depressed for a little while until I readjust.
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