Coincidence?

Today I went to my course for an induction, sat next to an Indian girl (her name was to hard to remember, I'll work on it). Then sat next to two Indian girls, had one of their mothers talk to me out of the blue.

At the library I went to get my Indian book (Shantaram) and was served by an Indian lady.

Went to go buy some thread today, the store owner was Indian.

Walked through a post office and saw/heard two Indian ladies speaking in their language (Hindi maybe? I don't know).

This may seem like I'm being paranoid, who knows maybe I just 'happened' to turn my head and see them, I just 'happened' to go into that store... but honestly.. a coincidence? I think not (I hope not)

Who knows maybe I just have an obsessive crush on India?

ahhhhh.

Vanuatu is next on the list for me. I can’t believe how crazily contagious with this travel bug I am. It is weird. I just want to get up and go everywhere, see everything there is too be seen. Hear every different language, look at every different person and smile.

I want to live among the bright and radiant faces of a different country, culture, and way of life. To not always know whats coming around the next corner. Not always know whats for dinner or how its going to get there. Who’s coming over, where will we sleep. To depend fully and whole heartedly on God. To be so in love with Him and close that you would literally be invincible. Your faith tested. Love and generosity tested. Who you are as a person would be tested. To have your heart captured over and over again by different countries and beautiful people. When all you can give people is love, when all you can receive in thanks is love. Love. Hope. Joy . Peace. Faith. I want it.

I want I want I want. Enough wanting. More giving.

It's been a while.

It has definitely been a while since I last blogged. Why is that? I don't know. I guess I kind of just forgot about it. Forgot because I was having too much fun? Or forgot because I had nothing to write about? hmmm. The latter being the untruthful.


I arrived home just under  a month ago. It is good to be home, but it feels as if part of me has been ripped out and left behind. Gruesome, but that's how I feel.

India. There is too much to say that I don't even know where to begin. India has changed my life, changed the way I think, changed the way I talk, changed the way I live. India has a way of getting into your soul and into your life. It has a way of clinging on so tightly and never letting go.
I love how India functions. When all the cars are going in four different directions all at once. When someone tells you to meet at a certain time and place and when you arrive only then do you realise the time and place has been changed or your entire date cancelled. I love having to buy fruit and veges at a stall or on the corner of the sidewalk.

India is a truly beautiful place. The country and the people.


The poverty did hit me. It hit me hard. I could feel my heart crying when I saw how some of the people lived. It was their way of life. The most some of them had was just a small tent-like room. It made me think... what did I have? I had so much, my room alone was the size of maybe 4 of these tent-like places people called home.

I want to go back to India so badly. It's become part of me. I miss it. I dream of it. I wake up expecting to find it. I want to eat their food, wear their clothes, speak their language. I want to hug India and never let it go. I want to read India as notes so I can play it on a piano. I want India.

I am where I am at the moment though, which is none other than beautiful New Zealand. I am thankful (soooo thankful) that I could go. So thankful of the many other places I want to and will go to.


Until we meet again India, you have captured my heart please don't let it go now.