Home Sweet Home

I made it back. I burst into tears when Igot into the PDX but somehow it seemed like I had never left. I miss India already. I feel like I left part of me behind, like I left my home back in Delhi. India seems almost like a dream, was I ever really there at all? The sores in my mouth are gone but I get these waves if nausea every few hours that really suck. The world and life itself sem unreal. It is like I am watching someone elses life through someone elses eyes. Im totaly removed from it all. I have become addicted to India.