Walking through the San Francisco airport this morning, I was more alone than I had been in three months.
In a timezone that didn't feel like mine, I walked feeling as though I had discovered something.
I feel such profound gratitude for all the small pieces which brought me to India, which brought me through India, and which brought me home to where I am now. Looking around this place I left behind three months ago, I see that home is exactly the same. It's me that's changed.
India has taught me that happiness is not something reserved for the rich, the privileged, or the unscarred. It belongs to those choose it, and continue to choose it every day.
From the Buddhist monks to wandering sadhus to the families who live in slums and dance together. The joy that I've found this Spring has nothing to do with clean toilets, convenience, or personal space. It has everything to do with how well I've been loved and how well I've loved.
Thank you, Carpe.
Thank you, India.
Always with love,
Miranda.