After 20 something long hours of travel I arrived safely back in America yesterday afternoon. I should probably be happy to be home, but I'm really not. I wasn't ready to come back.
Don't take this the wrong way. I love my home, it's comfortable and all my family and friends are here. But I opened up my heart to India and it's beautiful people, so home doesn't feel like home anymore.
In India I made up this joke about there being an American Carolyn and there being an Indian Carolyn. American Carolyn doesn't dance or cry and is super introverted. Indian Carolyn has no reservations so she dances all the time, cries almost constantly, and was filled with joy when surrounded by large groups of people. I miss Indian Carolyn. I felt more like myself there.
I remember reading somewhere that every time you visit a new place you leave a little piece of yourself behind. If that's true, I left the best parts of me in India. This transition home is going to be a tough one. But I'm gonna try my hardest to be Indian Carolyn in America. God taught me too much for me to leave it behind.
Stories about the trip will be coming soon. Until then here's a picture of our team at the airport. I miss every single one of these wonderful people already.
