I'm going home

Someday I'll have something to say, and it shall be simple. Today feels like one of those days.

Today, I booked my flight to go back to Mumbai.

For the first time, I know what it feels like to go home. 

On 28th August, 2014, as I sat in the car on my way to the airport there was a whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. 

Today, when I think back to that day, I remember convincing myself to not go back for 15 months. I told myself that in every vacation that I have I will travel to places I have never been, meet people who I've never seen, learn skills that make me a better version of myself, discover tastes that my taste buds don't recognize and spend every minute of my 15 months trying to discover myself. I can say that I pretty much stuck to the plan. 

It's fifth quarter, and when I think back so much has changed. 

I'm not a New Girl in the City anymore. I can go from Quartino to Big Bowl without using Google Maps, I know the entire sequence of 18 stops from my house to downtown and I can tell you exactly what you should eat at my favorite 19 restaurants in Chicago. Also, I can call a cab and come back home fearlessly at 4 AM (My mother isn't too happy about this one). It feels familiar today, it feels like home. 

I survived the winter, the snowstorm, the terrible pangs of homesickness, the silly roommate troubles, softwares that scare the living hell out of me, a stalker, a 911 phone call, being stranded on top of a mountain in a mountain lion area. Basically, I survived this whole new life. 

And after all that, I thoroughly enjoyed the people, the food, the road trips, the mountains, the lake, my school, the drunken nights. 

Today, I cherish the new friends I've made, a couple that I will cherish for life, I cherish my house that I've made efforts to decorate, I cherish the food I make after a long day working, I cherish the long Facetime calls with people back home. When I look back, I cherish the sense of achievement I feel. 

And so, as December is approaching and I am getting ready for my one and a half month long vacation, I feel an intense sense of belonging. 

Today, I feel like I belong to two places: 

 A place with my favorite black and yellow Rikshaws and a place with the most interesting conversations with Cab drivers. A place where I was served hot food on the dining table three times a day and a place where I heated food that I made three days ago. A place where my mother took care of me and a place where I realized how important it was to take care of myself. A place where my best friends are, a place where I made new friends for life. A place where I'm most comfortable and a place where I created my sense of comfort.

A place where I grew up and the place that helped me grow up.

And like I said, I didn't know what it feels like to be going home. Today I do, and it feels beautiful.