When I left, I felt as if I was finally feeling content in this city. I was grasping the language enough to get by, I had a strong community at AUP, and I was feeling optimistic about the upcoming semester. Don't get me wrong, all of those things are still true. Some spark is missing. Something I cannot quite put my finger on. Perhaps it is the magic of Paris that has been deflated by a tiny prick of the needle that was India. Did Paris have some sort of spell over me?
India was marvelous. Auroville is a place that will never leave my heart. It is a place that attracts people who are undeniably amazing and admirable. It is a warm and inviting concentration of interesting people doing great work. It has given me higher standards for what I expect from the world. Auroville more than anything gave me hope and faith in mankind. There are great people in the world. In Aurovile, I felt the energy of a cluster of positive people gathered in one place. Together, anything is possible.
And yet I wonder if all of this positivity also had some sort of spell over me. Reverse culture shock is happening, and I am not sure what is normal anymore. Which way is up and which way is down. Good thing I have a heavy dose of school work to keep me grounded.