So this one time….I spent 7 months outside of this country, studying, working, and living.
I know. This blogpost is incredibly overdue, but I keep pushing it off. It may be because I have tons of Spanish essays to write (PSA: never take two Spanish classes at once if you can help it), but it’s probably because I have been avoiding it. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I tend to be a very happy person. The way I maintain this happiness is, quite frankly, I live in my own little world. What this means is that, as much as I love and miss Spain and the people that I met there, I don’t allow myself to go back there mentally. I am here now, I need to be happy in the moment, and I can’t do that if I am constantly in Granada in my mind! So as much as I only remember good things from my time there (were there any bad things?!), I avoid thinking about it too much, unless I am procrastinating on my aforementioned Spanish essays. What I am trying to say is, writing this makes me sad. I am not in Spain and I am not in India, exploring, learning, and enjoying. I am in Ithaca. Which, really, isn’t so bad either. At all.
So I got back on August 20th. And it was crazy. Life in the US really is way more fast-paced than life in Spain and in India. I got back and I had 3.5 days at home. 3.5 days to see all my aunts and uncles and friends and cousins as well as to pack and wash clothes and buy whatever I needed for school. Of course, it got done, only because I had no choice, but there I was 3.5 days later, packing my way up to Cornell. I got here, classes started and guess what, it’s October 17th! I guess I never really had a chance to sit back and really MISS Granada or Mumbai. It was go go go since the moment I got off the airplane. Which, to be honest, I am completely grateful for. It made my “adjustment” much easier.
My “adjustment” back to the US, Cornell, and American Life really wasn’t that bad. I tend to just take whatever I get and run with it as much as I can, because the way I see it, what else are you going to do? It’s better than being upset about things. So anyways, I got back to Cornell, and miraculously, everything fell back into place. I saw all of my friends who made me feel like I never left. I was so floored by my friends. Not that I didn’t know they were amazing before, but it was so humbling to see all of the remarkable people that I know here again. It was like I fit back into the puzzle perfectly. Apart from seeing everyone, I was 100% ready to get back to the hotel school. The great thing about being abroad was that, although I loved taking liberal arts courses, they reinforced my decision to be in the hotel school. The break energized me to get back into my routine. All in all, I could not have been happier to be back. It felt right. It felt like home.
Then, my normal course load kicked in. I was not used to this amount of work, and it was hard. I suddenly and desperately wanted to be back in Granada. Thankfully, I did come to terms with everything. Life is, well, back to normal.
Now, when I see pictures of Granada or hear about Mumbai in the news, I think about my time in both of those places, and it feels like a dream. I think to myself: did I really walk along Plaza Nueva and Chowpatty Beach as casually as I walk along Ho Plaza? It’s weird. Where is home? I feel like I am coming home when I come back to Ithaca, Gaithersburg, Granada, AND Mumbai now. I guess that’s a good thing, but it is definitely hard. It means missing people all the time, wherever I am. I can say, though, that I would never change the past few months for anything. I am eternally grateful for all of the incredible people I have met and all of the unbelievable opportunities I have been given .