This picture came up on my Facebook Memories, so I thought I would share. It has been exactly one year since I stepped down off of the mountain my school was placed on, walked out of my village, and into a new life. From there, there’s nothing else I can say about my life that sound stereotypical, but I’ll try.
Before I arrived in Nepal I expected that there would be a big culture shock. Maybe it was the jet lag making me too dazed to fully process the situation I found myself in when I stepped off the plane, but there wasn’t as much of a shock as I had anticipated. Sure, when I talk about Nepal it couldn’t be more different from any other place I have traveled. People use their horns non-stop while driving, seat belts and road safety measures don’t seem to exist, you see cows in the street and goats on top of buses. Looking back, it is totally different and it all sounds crazy, but there, it made total sense. The thing about traveling, in Nepal especially, is that some things that might be strange back home are just a normal part of life. I quickly grew to love Nepal in my short time there. Part of what made the experience so incredible for me was being able to remove myself from my comfort zone and “just go with it”. Adaptability was essential in being a successful teacher, it also helped me make the most of my time experiencing Nepal’s culture.