The other day I was skyping with my parents, discussing my first year of college life. "It's already been an year!", my father said, "It only feels like yesterday when we were preparing for you to leave...all the excitement and anxiety."
It's true, I'm not a freshman anymore! The year went by so fast between classes, homework, honors, my part-time job and other activities. When I think back now, I wouldn't say that I experienced any sort of cultural shock at all! Yes, it did take some time to adjust and adapt to my new surroundings - the icy-cold winters, the confusion with the measurement system and currency, the difference in pronunciation and spelling, and the constant conversions of dollars to rupees. But, I feel comfortable.
Whether it is the beautiful skies and sunsets, or the bright red, orange, yellow colors on campus during fall. The openness of people, the nerdiness (one can often find students walking with capes on their t-shirts, or dancing on the quarter mile... then there is the guy who comes to college in his bathrobe everyday), the diversity of majors and cultures... The experience has reassured me of my decision to move 13,595 Kms across the globe. "I am going home", I say, every evening after classes!
It most definitely has been an emotionally and mentally demanding year, but it's been incredibly fun and a great learning experience. I look forward to the coming years.
RIT has become, my home away from home.