Way back at the end of August, I ended my whirlwind Bharat Yatra (one that I am still overdue to write about and finally reflect upon in this space), spent a brief and heady three days at home with my dearest Javeri-Kadri's and then flew a marathon trip from Mumbai-Hong Kong-Los Angeles-Denver-Austin. Two days of flying later- I made it. I was hugging my rooma and my primo, it was simple- I was home.
In the past year especially, I've built up so many walls. Part of the reason I even have this blog is because it forces me to tear down some of those walls and just fucking COMM-UN-IC-ATE. My walls regarding intimacy and affection have probably come up as strongly in this past year as they fell for the very first time during my last year at UWCAd. To my surprise, a lot of my week in Austin was about recognizing the walls that I had put up, and that I was using to block people out, to shield myself, if you will. Some came down- I mean, it's hard to have a prickly personal bubble when you're spending every night sandwiched between two of your closest friends in the universe on a bed that usually sleeps one. It's equally hard to refuse to open up and share your brain when the person you're sharing with is your truest roommate who knows more about you than you do.
I can't say that my time in Austin was easy. It came with a constant struggle to balance the moving-on-from-UWC process and the oh-my-goodness-let's-just-talk-about-UWC-and-pretend-we're-back feeling, it came with finding it horribly unfair that these people that I love so much, and have seen so much with, would fly to different corners of the country at the end of our week together and that the sense of togetherness and unshakeable belief in each other, would once again be put on pause until the next chance meeting. These kind of constant reunions- they make us hardened. They make it impossible for me to say a heartfelt goodbye because there have just been so many of those in the past couple years. Too many of those.
All this being said, I loved my week in Austin. I loved being with my rooma and my primo, meeting their families, feeling like natural parts of their families, and for the blessed, too-short-but-i'll-take-it-anyway magic of time. Thank you for everything Matty and Sals. The rest you know.