I haven't even been here a week and it already feels like a lifetime.

I love being outside, I love the people, I love riding in a rickshaw and seeing the most incredible things. I love sitting in a Bengali believers home and feeling a connection with them despite all the cultural differences. I am very anxious to get to our house, very anxious to learn the language. 

But I cannot deny that there are already moments of real loneliness. My thoughts are often state-side... thinking of what time it is there, wondering what the people I love are doing... It's a strange feeling to be in this world, and being happy to be here, but always wishing you could share it...