Let's take a guided tour of my family.


Standing (left to right): Ratnam (hired male attendant), Bhanu (maid but might as well be a member of the family), me (I look like an idiot because I can barely keep my eyes open for the flash), my mom, Rama Periamma.
Sitting: Thatha, Patti.
(My dad was behind the camera.)

So basically, I didn't take a lot of pictures in India. I had a great time, but I don't feel like writing about my trip because I feel like that will trivialize the whole experience. I don't know if that makes sense outside of my head, but it works inside somehow. I wanted to post this one just for my own memory's sake.
(On a side note: LOOK HOW I TOWER OVER EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS PHOTO. And I'm considered "average height" here.)

Meanwhile. I spent the afternoon yesterday and after orientation today chilling out on the couch and soaking myself in a major wave of childhood nostalgia.



HELL FREAKING YES. I should have written my thesis about these two. I could have probably filled about a hundred pages with how AWESOME this show was.

I had the hugest crush on Big Pete when I was 11. No lie. I used to daydream about him moving in next door and us dating.

(Again, it all made sense in my head.)

I woke up at 6:30 after having a nightmare in which I ended up writing my thesis on the wrong movie without realizing it.
I called my parents to tell them about it and they laughed at me.

I TURNED YOU IN YOU STUPID PAPER, WHY ARE YOU HAUNTING ME LIKE THIS?!?

Also, I keep waking up thinking I'm still in India.
And now I can't go back to sleep.

Jet lag's a bitch.

I'm back from India.

And my thesis is done.

It's all so anticlimactic.

But although I didn't really want to leave Madras, I missed New York like crazy.