I didn’t think coming back to the U.S. would be difficult: America is my home, my place of comfort. However, in my absence, so much has changed that it has been challenging to find my place….again.
When I wrote this blog post last October, never did I think I would become comfortable living in India. But as time passed, India became a big part of me and how I see the world and perhaps most surprisingly, it actually became normal.
Or take it from from another perspective: I am now back in the U.S., trying to fit into a place that isn’t quite the same as it was when I left. Life, as it does, goes on.
A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to share the stage with five storytellers as part of Eye on India, an annual cultural festival that runs throughout June and July. As I listened to each person’s experiences, all very different, I realized that the same themes were woven throughout each of our stories: the notions of love and identity.
And that was perhaps, the biggest realization: living in India opened my world while helping me to understand just how small the world really is. The lessons that I learned and the people that I met, are not all that different from what I knew before, now I just have a broader, different perspective.
My story is about my heart and soul split in two places: one you call home and one that became home. America – a place that has brought peace and joy and love, as well as frustration and heartbreak – and India, a place that has brought the same.