Week #9
Today I complete 2 months living in San Francisco.
Whenever I try to look back and reflect on time, it feels disorienting. Two months can feel like two years and two weeks at the same time, and that makes you dizzy in the head. In the moment, you can sometimes lose your grasp of time and live each day at a time, focusing on tomorrow. It is when you look back and reflect that you realize how much time has passed.
This week was Diwali, and I miss my home. I miss my people. It feels like ages since I have seen my mom's face, despite FaceTiming her regularly. The toughest part is not the distance but how little time I feel I have for them. Between an intense grad school, three part-time jobs, and the usual household chores, sometimes it can feel like I do not have time for the people I love the most, for whom I took this step to come to the United States and put myself through this misery. Hopefully, it will all work out, and in a year's time from now, I will look back at these notes and smile, reading them alongside my loved ones, not on FaceTime this time.
This week was intense, to say the least; a lot happened in grad school, and I felt overwhelmed by it all. Thankfully, it was the Diwali weekend, and my roommates and I hosted a Diwali party at our place. It was a nice distraction and a space to decompress from all the work throughout the week.
