I am back among the Americans: the beautiful and harder-to-love Americans.
When our plane left Kathmandu, I looked out the window, at my favorite city on the planet and let myself cry really hard, and it felt really good. It is good to be back here though, trying to find a way of living in the United States that could honor my tea-serving, dahl bhat-preparing, beautiful, beautiful friends back in Nepal. I was thinking about things on the plane, which turns out, is a good place to think. (However it is a little bit harder to think when the man sitting in front of you is trying to convince you to marry his son, and saying things like, "Try my son, and you may have a chance... just try him.") I was thinking about how to tell my friends and family here about my friends and family in Kathmandu. I was thinking about how impossible it would be for me to try to explain in words what these people mean to me, and what spending 4 months with them was like.
It seems like it would be too much to say- too much to try and explain but I have discovered that the reason the explanations seem impossible is because it is too little to try and explain. I spent for months mostly just, sitting, and I did tons of laughing everyday. I sat, and I laughed and I talked with people. I have no idea why it was so sweet, I just know that it was.
I can do that same exact thing here, but for some reason, I realized it more and seized in more in Nepal. I will do that exact same thing here, until I get back there.
When our plane left Kathmandu, I looked out the window, at my favorite city on the planet and let myself cry really hard, and it felt really good. It is good to be back here though, trying to find a way of living in the United States that could honor my tea-serving, dahl bhat-preparing, beautiful, beautiful friends back in Nepal. I was thinking about things on the plane, which turns out, is a good place to think. (However it is a little bit harder to think when the man sitting in front of you is trying to convince you to marry his son, and saying things like, "Try my son, and you may have a chance... just try him.") I was thinking about how to tell my friends and family here about my friends and family in Kathmandu. I was thinking about how impossible it would be for me to try to explain in words what these people mean to me, and what spending 4 months with them was like.
It seems like it would be too much to say- too much to try and explain but I have discovered that the reason the explanations seem impossible is because it is too little to try and explain. I spent for months mostly just, sitting, and I did tons of laughing everyday. I sat, and I laughed and I talked with people. I have no idea why it was so sweet, I just know that it was.
I can do that same exact thing here, but for some reason, I realized it more and seized in more in Nepal. I will do that exact same thing here, until I get back there.
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I saved the picture you posted on my computer.
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