Everything about Chugu is beautiful and interesting. However, I had a serious anxiety attack. I basically realized I was in Africa for over 4 months. Whenever I travel I have a conversation with myself about my strengths as a person. I was wondering if I was made to do the Peace Corps etc. When we all arrived in Kenya, we were just in this bubble of orientation and it truly does not hit you that you are in Africa or in another country.
I also never miss my mother more than I do when I travel. I think it is because of the host family aspects of my travels. Also, in rural societies, it is expected to bond with the host mother due to the gender roles of the society. I was on a verge of tears for two days. Also, I bonded with my host father like no other. Never have I bonded with a host father in any other homestay. It was like living with Bill Cosby. In my first home stay, my father in Costa Rica worked all day everyday and in Nepal, Brij's father had passed away. So this was the first bonding with a host father and it was unreal. Of course once again brought me close to tears. Emotional mess.
Then you realize that this is all a part of immersing yourself into the culture. Culture shock, crazy emotions. Then you look back and just ask yourself, "What the fuck was wrong with me yesterday?"
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