Deja Vu

When we landed in Bangalore on December 5th after our month-long journey around the country, it felt like deja vu. It felt strangely familiar to our first arrival in India back in August. The terminal, walking out the front doors of the airport (JP having to play the role of the absent Jen this time), even the location of the vehicles next to the wild dogs, the drive to Visthar, and finally, what we now consider the familiar and homey mothball scented Visthar rooms which were spotlessly clean as we settled in again. It was all very strange, and pushed me into deep reflection as I sat in the back trunk of the jeep driving down the airport road again.

I watched the traffic, the buildings, the animals (mostly stray dogs), and the dark outlines of the coconut trees…trying to wrap my mind around how the heck we got from that first ride to Visthar to that moment. While we have experienced SO MUCH, I feel like I barely saw anything move. Yet, I’m still looking back at 3 1/2 months in India. There’s something that’s changed…I feel slightly older, more mature, more vibrant, more diverse, more confused, ….and even more I can’t quite put my finger on.