Home is where the heart is…

Its been over a month. I can’t believe how quickly time has gone by. I have another 11 weeks of school left before we close for Christmas. I still don’t know what I’m going to be doing at that time. Tickets are still pretty expensive and my parents don’t think its such a great idea. I did find out that I get FOUR months off for the summer. I thought I could come back home to Mumbai and work for a couple of months but Dad said that I should stay in Canada and work. I dont know. Everything I’m doing seems to be just to get home for awhile. Back to everything familiar. I love this place. I love my freedom. I love the course I’m doing. I love the people I’m with.

BUT!

Home!! Over a million miles away and in another time zone!

I was at the airport awhile ago. We went to drop one of my roommates off. It was harder for me than for her I think. Just looking around. Just reminded me of the scene at the airport. Watching about 10 people stand outside the airport looking at you through a wide glass screen crying, laughing, just being themselves. That was the hardest thing for me.

Its hard to imagine how far I’ve come. And what a long way left to go.
I didnt want to be posting about this topic again… But I had to let you guys know how much I miss you!

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Devastated. Completely.

This morning, I woke up late. I missed my car drop to school. Which meant I would have to take the train.. which is pretty crowded during this time.. (not as bad as B’bay but pretty crowded)
Just before I could get ready for school, Mom calls with great news! I had asked her to check about airline tickets so that I could fly home for Christmas and she informed me that the tickets are going to cost over 1 lakh Rupees!! ONE LAKH!!! Can you believe it?!?

I cant imagine spending my Christmas here by myself. The one thing that has kept me going for this long is the hope of meeting everyone before the year ends. I cant even work here because I’m an international student. School’s going to be out. It’ll be horrible!!

I dont know what to do! I need a miracle.

If anyone feels like sending me money let me know.

Two weeks later…

So two weeks into school and I’m tired already. Classes start at 9 am and usually go on til 4. Then two trains and a bus later I’m home with not much energy to go and be a tourist.

Classes are really great. I’m learning a whole lot and looking at different situations in a whole new perspective. There are a huge variety of topics including Working with abused Women, Cross Cultural Communication, racial issues, feminism etc etc. Its a little frustrating being around women all day and when I get home I decide to practice all my “feminism” on W. Which I have to admit is fun. I’ve always enjoyed annoying people. He’s given me a warning about bringing all that “feminist garbage into his house”. Lol. They warned us about that in school.

The weather is getting colder by the day. I wear a sweater all day and I’m sure that starting tomorrow i’m going to be wearing gloves as well. This when most of the city still walks around in those tiny shorts and little skirts.
*cold*

I miss home and family and friends and church and rickshaws.

Right now, all I’m looking forward to is Sheila coming to Tor in November or Dec. I’ll finally have a friend that I can hang out with. No one seems to have the time for that here.

How are you guys doing??

One week later

It has been one week here. Its still quite unbelievable. My first Saturday and Sunday away from church were quite depressing. I was alone in a city that is supposed to be fun. Except I had no friends to go have fun with.
I missed church so much.. that both the churches I went to over the weekend, I kept imagining Shannon or Muriel on the bass, Babloo on the drums, Gaston and Diana on the keyboard.. all of us being our loud crazy selves. I did speak to Shannon on Sunday afternoon which was great. I love technology. It felt like I was back home… until he said goodbye.
I wish i was one of those pioneering kinds, step out to explore the land. But I dont like doing that. So today, on Labour Day when there are sales going on everywhere… I stayed home. Alone.
I even had a nightmare in the afternoon. Woke up terrified and… ALONE.
Man, I hate that word.
I never want to use that word. I’m not an alone kind of person. I always want to be surrounded by people.. even if no one’s talking its ok. I just want someone near by… that I can reach out and poke if I want to.

Right now, all I want is to find a church and serve there and be used by God. That’s all I want. Not too much to ask for is it?

i also want people to call me!!! CALL ME!!