I've started staring at the tourists.
It's strange how after a few months in a single place you start to feel like you are a part of it. People recognize you on the street. You become a regular at certain restaurants and cafes. Families invite you over for dinner. Friends refuse to speak to you in English, forcing you to practice their native tongue instead.
You stop taking notice of the water buffalo on your doorstep each morning, or the fact that its curd here, not yogurt. Motorcycles replace cars as the preferred method of transportation. Paying $4 for a meal seems outrageously expensive. You become a part of the woodwork. You start to belong.
....Or at least you can fake it better.
And just when I'm starting to feel like I'm a part of it - meeting people, making work connections, realizing how much more TIME I need here - I'm off.
Sri Lanka at the end of the month baby.
Let's go.
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