INDIA: Homeward Bound!
Vizakhapatnam, India
Day 8The blazing heat doesn't seem so bad anymore. My body has adjusted to the temperature (somewhat).
The odors don't seem as foreign anymore. My nose has grown accustomed to the smell (somewhat).
The food doesn't seem so spicy. My palate has adjusted to the diet (somewhat).
The sights don't seem as shocking anymore. My emotions have grown accustomed to the scene (somewhat).
And now it is my last day. Learned a lot being here. Seen and experienced crazy things. Fallen in love with the precious people here.
Still, SO READY to head home!
Don't get me wrong; I love India.
But sleeping on the cement floor of a rooftop, in a cloud of thirsty mosquitos, waking with the morning sun, having a sunburn by 6:15am, having the same meal breakfast/lunch/dinner (curry-soaked rice with meat/fat-chunk/hair-still-stuck-to-it bits), rummaging through a suitcase full of rancid garments with no hope of a washing machine, not showering and only having an occasional bucket sponge bath...wanting to help so many people but being able to do nearly nothing...wanting to share God's love with so many people but not having a translator or the means to do so anywhere...teetering on the brink of dysentery and dehydration...
I'm ready to go HOME!
Ooooooo Hoooome Sweet HOOOOOME! Hot showers! Privacy! Air Conditioning! Toilets I can sit on! All manner of FOOD! Subway, Pizza Hut, Ponderosa! Solid bowel movements! Downy fresh garments! Family! Fat people!
Still, something tells me I'll miss it here once I'm gone. But maybe not. :O Does that make me a bad young missionary? Or, just honest?
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