This morning I woke up sad. So sad to leave vacation. So not ready to enter the craziness that is Mumbai. However, when I stepped off the plane in Mumbai, I felt relief. A surprise. Relieved to be home. Mumbai feels like home. A moment of thanks.
We got home and saw familiar faces. A moment of thanks. Thank You for familiarity. Thank You for these people.
We walk into our flat, and there's Patricia! A moment of "Thank You!" She has made us a welcome cake, complete with a sign. A moment of thanks.
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| Thank you, Patricia, for making us a cake! :) |
We arrived on Day 2 of 11 of a festival called Ganapati. For people from Mumbai (and Maharashtra--the state), Ganapati is like Christmas. We were able to spend some time getting to know our neighbors better. Building relationships. A moment of thanks.
People are playing drums and dancing in the streets. This is home. Thank You, Father, for making this place feel like home.
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| The view from our living room. |
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| Banging drums. People dancing. |
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