Today marks my first week back in the United States. I got more sleep this week than I have been getting in the last 6 months. Traveling back home was a lot more difficult than I predicted. The night I left India, I cried on my way to the airport. The driver was barely 10 minutes outside of Mysore and I was already crying. The airport is about 3.5 hours from Mysore so it was a very long ride.
From Mysore I had a red eye flight to Singapore and had 24 hours in Singapore till my flight back to Los Angeles. I'm not sure if it was from anxiety, but I didn't sleep till I got on the plane to leave Singapore. From Singapore I had a short layover in Hong Kong, then Hong Kong to San Francisco and from San Francisco to Los Angeles. I slept a few hours on the plane, but I was mentally and physically exhausted.
The first few days being back was more of a culture shock than it was being in India. Everything was familiar and the place was the same, but it felt like time had stopped for me when I got on the plane in August. All of my friends have moved on and are busy with their lives and here I was lost and trapped 2.5 months back. When I left for India, I didn't tell very many people and it was the same with my return. I guess it's just easier for me to deal and ease into things. I'm horrible at goodbyes and didn't really say goodbye to the people in Mysore. My last day there I went to practice and left right after. I spent the day shopping for last minute presents and got henna on my hands which took longer than expected.
One of my friends today asked me how I was doing and my response to him was that it has been emotionally rough. He asked if I felt any disconnection since I've been back and when he said that everything made sense. I've spent the past week slightly in a funk and even though I've been catching up with my best friends and family, I still feel blah. The best way I can describe it is waking up from a coma. Since I've been gone, life for everyone has moved on. My life here in the South Bay stopped the moment I got on the plane. It also doesn't help that the girl subletting my apartment hasn't left. A few of my friends suggested that I need to get back into my normal routine and slowly things will start falling into place. The only difficult part about that is that I spent the summer playing and I don't know how much longer the playing can last. At some point I will need to figure out what my next step in life is going to be. I don't need to figure it out right this second, but I am in limbo and hate the gray area.
From Mysore I had a red eye flight to Singapore and had 24 hours in Singapore till my flight back to Los Angeles. I'm not sure if it was from anxiety, but I didn't sleep till I got on the plane to leave Singapore. From Singapore I had a short layover in Hong Kong, then Hong Kong to San Francisco and from San Francisco to Los Angeles. I slept a few hours on the plane, but I was mentally and physically exhausted.
The first few days being back was more of a culture shock than it was being in India. Everything was familiar and the place was the same, but it felt like time had stopped for me when I got on the plane in August. All of my friends have moved on and are busy with their lives and here I was lost and trapped 2.5 months back. When I left for India, I didn't tell very many people and it was the same with my return. I guess it's just easier for me to deal and ease into things. I'm horrible at goodbyes and didn't really say goodbye to the people in Mysore. My last day there I went to practice and left right after. I spent the day shopping for last minute presents and got henna on my hands which took longer than expected.
One of my friends today asked me how I was doing and my response to him was that it has been emotionally rough. He asked if I felt any disconnection since I've been back and when he said that everything made sense. I've spent the past week slightly in a funk and even though I've been catching up with my best friends and family, I still feel blah. The best way I can describe it is waking up from a coma. Since I've been gone, life for everyone has moved on. My life here in the South Bay stopped the moment I got on the plane. It also doesn't help that the girl subletting my apartment hasn't left. A few of my friends suggested that I need to get back into my normal routine and slowly things will start falling into place. The only difficult part about that is that I spent the summer playing and I don't know how much longer the playing can last. At some point I will need to figure out what my next step in life is going to be. I don't need to figure it out right this second, but I am in limbo and hate the gray area.
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