Dear Reader,
It's almost been a year since moving to India, and i feel like i have changed so much since being here. I've grown to appreciate all the little things that i used to take for granted. It's kind of weird to think that i won't remember these two years, but it's the moments that i'll remember. I won't remember my daily routine, or the clothes i wore, or all the things that i've seen, but i'll remember the moments that made being here in India incredible. I've gotten a pretty solid daily routine down, (not like it took about 6 months or anything...), and i have a solid group of friends whom i absolutely adore. My routine is pretty normal.. i get up aroun 6:45 in the morning, shower, do my hair, get dressed, makeup, etc. Then i go downstairs around 7:20 to get my "breakfast" (which usually consists of an orange or a granola bar), then i catch the bus at 7:35. At school, the schedule changes from day to day but it's pretty much the same idea. When i get home, i usually eat a snack, watch some tv, then get started on my hours of homework. And that's about it. But on the weekends, i usually have my best friend Veerle sleep over at my house, or i sleep over at hers. We usually go out with friends friday nights to either Skyye, or a mall, or brigad road for some dinner.
Saturday's we volunteer at a horse farm by my house, and then i have seminary in the afternoons, and i sometimes try to hang out with people on Saturday nights, and then Sunday's i go to church. But those aren't the things i'm going to remember about being in India. I'm going to remember all the jokes that me and my group of friends made (whether that be my IB1 friends, or my 10th grade friends), all the deep talks that would last for hours with Veerle, the tight nit classes at school with only 3-15 kids and how we would just joke around with the teacher the whole time, the efforts of trying to make our uniforms look cute, the revelations in different classes about how everything somehow relates to TOK, the same three people i would sit with everyday at lunch (Davin, Taawwuz, and Veerle), the dirty "that's what she said" jokes all the guys would make during Psychology or Bio, the billions of posts on eachother's walls all somehow relating back to IB or how none of us have lives because of IB, the drama around relationships, the realization that the world is full of amazing people, the growing to be more open-minded about others' differences and being more accepting, the laughing, the singing, the crying, the smiling, the joking...THAT'S what i'm going to remember about India. Life is made up of years that mean nothing, and moments that mean it all. It's the little things that count.
With all my heart,
Kayla
It's almost been a year since moving to India, and i feel like i have changed so much since being here. I've grown to appreciate all the little things that i used to take for granted. It's kind of weird to think that i won't remember these two years, but it's the moments that i'll remember. I won't remember my daily routine, or the clothes i wore, or all the things that i've seen, but i'll remember the moments that made being here in India incredible. I've gotten a pretty solid daily routine down, (not like it took about 6 months or anything...), and i have a solid group of friends whom i absolutely adore. My routine is pretty normal.. i get up aroun 6:45 in the morning, shower, do my hair, get dressed, makeup, etc. Then i go downstairs around 7:20 to get my "breakfast" (which usually consists of an orange or a granola bar), then i catch the bus at 7:35. At school, the schedule changes from day to day but it's pretty much the same idea. When i get home, i usually eat a snack, watch some tv, then get started on my hours of homework. And that's about it. But on the weekends, i usually have my best friend Veerle sleep over at my house, or i sleep over at hers. We usually go out with friends friday nights to either Skyye, or a mall, or brigad road for some dinner.
Saturday's we volunteer at a horse farm by my house, and then i have seminary in the afternoons, and i sometimes try to hang out with people on Saturday nights, and then Sunday's i go to church. But those aren't the things i'm going to remember about being in India. I'm going to remember all the jokes that me and my group of friends made (whether that be my IB1 friends, or my 10th grade friends), all the deep talks that would last for hours with Veerle, the tight nit classes at school with only 3-15 kids and how we would just joke around with the teacher the whole time, the efforts of trying to make our uniforms look cute, the revelations in different classes about how everything somehow relates to TOK, the same three people i would sit with everyday at lunch (Davin, Taawwuz, and Veerle), the dirty "that's what she said" jokes all the guys would make during Psychology or Bio, the billions of posts on eachother's walls all somehow relating back to IB or how none of us have lives because of IB, the drama around relationships, the realization that the world is full of amazing people, the growing to be more open-minded about others' differences and being more accepting, the laughing, the singing, the crying, the smiling, the joking...THAT'S what i'm going to remember about India. Life is made up of years that mean nothing, and moments that mean it all. It's the little things that count.
With all my heart,
Kayla
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