When you're homesick, nothing else matters. The jingle of bells, holiday feasts, pinch me-am-i-dreaming sales or waking up on Christmas morning to a snow-kissed vista from your tiny porch..they all melt away into a "so what" blur. Because all you really want after a trip back home is to be back there again. Not the long immigration lines at your port-of-entry, not the disciplined clean roads with sane traffic and the thin crust pizzas dripping with melty mozzarella...
instead you're almost aching for the chaos you encounter while looking for parking in super-crazy Gurgaon, the bhel puri tossed up with hands and ingredients that are decidedly suspect, waking up to lazy mornings with mumma-ki-chai and paneer-ka- parantha.
Sure-a white christmas in normally snow-free seattle was pretty. And yes- i did the shopper in me proud with post-christmas extravagances. But for nearly a month after that sojourn home i was questioning why i am here in the first place. Who cares about having Banana Republic at easy access (ok-i'll take that back-i do care about that!)..somedays i just miss the familiarity of home.
Now that the bout of homesickness is beginning to wane-i am slowly slipping into a dreadful routine again. I'll even concede that i enjoy American politics and find myself comparing it to the boring "pull-my-hair-out" frustrating version back home and wondering why the Gujarat elections didnt capture my interest as much as the Obama-Clinton rivalry.
But when all is said and done-the samosas here suck. Family is as far away from Seattle as it is from sunny California. And even though calls to India are super-cheap, its never going to be the same as dropping in to a friend's place for chai and a chat.
A little shout-out to home, because i miss it so..
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