Lately the topic of my identity has come up in conversation, and how it will transform during, and especially after the trip. You know when I think about it, I get kind of petrified on the thought, and I don't really like to think about it, but I do anyways. And when I do think about this, I stop and wonder.... what will my identity be like when I come home? And will, politely speaking, America even be my "home" anymore? Physically it may be, but what will I see as the home I rightfully belong in after the trip? Will it be where I started all along? In India? Wow, I'm getting really emotional here writing this. I'm actually crying.

I think that concludes tonight's post....