Heat. Hit. Heat. Hit. Heat. Bind. Heat. Brush. Bracelet making is more time consuming than I’d expected. My mentor also promises it’ll take around half the time it usually does. I live a 40 minute walk from my mentors home in Kopan, and here in Katmandu the sun has been setting closer and closer to 5:30. Given all these factors, its understandable why you could find me half walking, half galloping home at 5:20 on Friday evening.
As I averted a woman with 3 extremely large cows on leashes and thought only of the hindrance rather than the marvel of such a thing, it struck me how quickly and easily I adjusted to many aspects of life in Nepal, and how that might, in fact, be both a good and a bad thing. Good- because I’m able to connect with people in Nepal without the pain of feeling too “other”, quickly feeling comfortable half-way across the world from where I ordinarily call my home. Bad- because if I’m not actively noticing and recording the differences between here and there, I’m not learning. I’m not aware.
So, from this point on I marvel. There’s no contradiction between comfort and wonder.