It’s weird to…
- have a hot shower with good water pressure.
- have a clean bathroom.
- have more than 4 pairs of underwear, 5 pairs of socks, 5 shirts and 1 pair of pants to choose from.
- have an insulated cab.
- lie in a familiar bed.
- dig through clothes from a closet instead of a bag.
- have a working computer with uninterrupted, fast internet.
- see Americans.
- see diversity.
- see familiar faces.
- see yellow cabs.
- leave tip.
- hear English in American accents.
- use a cell phone.
- read time from a watch.
- wear jeans.
- wear more than one pair of pants.
- wear a different pair of shoes.
- brush my teeth with tap water.
- drink tap water.
- not having to think about how to bargain.
- not having to think about finding the closest internet cafe.
- not having to think about putting on mosquito repellant.
- not having to think about taking daily malarial pills.
- not having to think about sunburn.
- not having to think about racing against time.
- not having to think about fitting everything in one day.
- not having to think about how to get to my next destination.
"Welcome Home"
- At time of posting in New York City, it was 75.2 °F -
Humidity: 79% | Wind Speed: 6km/hr | Cloud Cover: cloudy
had those exact same sentiments a year ago when i got back from living in nepal for a month and a half. even then, it felt like it was almost permanent — like i wouldn’t be able to brush my teeth from the tap ever again, or i’d always bathe myself out of a low faucet/bucket of water — and the strange thing was that i felt really okay with it. your blog was a good read while i was abroad this summer as well (our itineraries crossed a couple times, albeit really briefly) — welcome back.