I have seen many baby goats.
I have seen the beauty of the snowy and baren mountains of Nepal.
I have seen the fog that blankets dawns.
I have seen baby monks yell through long prayers.
I have seen every monk that served us food at Namo Buddha.
I have seen the first vendor we interacted with in Bhaktapur city,
with a kindness that helped us find our way
I have seen sleeping so close to the earth for seventeen days.
I have seen Pasang
with a Yankees cap and a smile of support.
I have seen the time I shared screaming laughter with the three porters and Gar around the fire.
I have seen Kishor
with his willingness to build my passion and connect me to Nepal.
I have seen my didi in Chokati
I have seen her tharkari
I have seen her smile, bringing me closer to feeling belonging each time.
I have seen the satisfaction of speaking a sentence in Nepali without the help of a note
I have seen Nima didi,
a mother away from home
I have seen Pritabi,
bringing laughter to each day in Chokati with each antic.
I have seen the 14 people I shared every memory with.
I have seen the power I had to explore Nepal and myself.