I cannot find the words to describe this experience. There are no words to describe this experience! All I hope to do is express my sincere and absolute gratitude for those who helped make this possible. You have changed my life, and hopefully, helped me change the lives of others. Thank you.
Do you know why “clichés” are so overused?
Because they are true!
Home is where the heart is.
But do you know what that cliché doesn’t tell you? That your heart can be in two places at once.
Nepal. After six and a half months together, I can honestly say that you have stolen my heart. Your mountains, your smiles, your temples (no matter how dirty), your buses, your villages, your rolling hills, your elephants and rhinos, your children, your language, your cows, your customs, your hard work, and your Namaste’s have all taken my heart hostage. You have taught me gratitude in a way that I never could have gained in my home land (or at least hometown). Most of all, you have given me lifelong friends. Friends who’ve have shown me that language is never a barrier to love and laughter.
America. You are home to my friends and, most importantly, my family. You raised me. Your clean streets and untangled power lines kept me safe. You taught me lessons of reading, writing and mathematics, not to mention that you kept me pretty well fed. You give me Thanksgiving, Christmas and even St. Patty’s day with my FAMILY! You gave me the opportunity to work, learn and love -- something that very few in our big world ever get. For that I will be forever grateful.
So tell me...How do I survive with my heart in two completely different worlds?
I fear that it might just break in two.
Goodbye my dear Nepal.
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