I Want to Go Back

 

This has been the hardest month of the World Race.

 

I’ve been exhausted from full days of teaching English.

I’ve been emotionally drained from days at orphanages.

I’ve been hauled from village to village in India.

I’ve been climbing the Himalayas of Nepal.

I’ve held the hand of a dying man infected with AIDS.

I’ve even been a jungle gym for kids in Swaziland.

 

This month is easier than other months. I’m not as busy. It’s not very emotional. The days aren’t even that long. But I’m having the hardest time.

 

I miss teaching English.

I miss the orphanages.

I miss the villages in India.

I miss the Himalayas.

I miss it all.

 

I now know my flight information for returning back to the United States, but I would trade it in a second to go back.