Goa: the halfway point. The beach vacation which began the count down to the end of the program. Leading up to it, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go home or not. I would flip between feelings of elation at being here in India working on incredible challenges and homesickness spurred by a question of belonging.
It's amazing to me how many emotions travelling for extended periods can bring out. I can't place my finger on all of them, but they range from strong to mute. An eagerness to try new things and a desire to go back to the familiar. I knew Goa was going to be a break from my conflicting feelings, but as several of us piled onto the couches that first night to talk and hang out, I realized something.
All are family. We've been here for each other through the best and the worst. We can put our noses to the grindstone and get anything done, but we can also kick back and joke and laugh and pretend bootcamp doesn't restart on Monday. We push each other and support each other. We can pile 24 of us into a single house and still get along by the end of the weekend. We share restaurants and experiences and respect each others needs whether that is being social or solitary.
We are all such different people and yet this program has brought us together and we've become cohesive. Yeah, our work groups and our whole will keep having ups and downs, but we are still family. We all belong. I can't think of anyone else I would want to share this experience with because it wouldn't be the same.
I guess I want to end this stream of consciousness by saying thank you. I'm so grateful to have the next four weeks with you. I wish we had more time, so I guess we'll just have to have dinner parties at Julian's when we go back and feel homesick for India.