I'm sitting here at the Heathrow airport in London on my 50 hour journey home. Really, all in all it will have taken a total of 50 hours to get to the Ottawa airport. Regardless of the fact that I have no idea what day of the week it is, I am sitting here with a smile of my face.
Although at times the trip was difficult, I return home with fond memories and life lessons.
This trip has certainly made me appreciate my life and family. I feel so incredibly fortunate.
I didn't come here to find myself, I'm too old for that. I think I'm getting to a point already where I trust my values, my decisions, my experiences, and the people that I chose to surround myself with. But I did find something here in India. I found a world, where the people and places within it now seem less distant from me. Not sure if that even makes sense. In a weird way, I feel more connected now to the world -- to the different cultures, music, art, traditions. I tasted life outside of my bubble. It tasted sweet.
I made human connections with people that I only dared dream about, those who I saw only in movies, or read about in books. Now, I have real names, human stories, and new friends.
It was awesome. But next time, I want to share this experience with my family. It's too precious of an experience to keep all to myself.
I will log in again in a few days to wrap up. Once I know which way is up again. Once I pry the little arms from around my waist...but I want to bask in that first.
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