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I just finished reading for the 2nd time born confused by Tanuja Desai Hidier. It is Dimple Lala's coming of age story. She is an Indian-American girl trying to figure out her place in this world and all that good stuff. I think I read this book junior year and it was kind of cool to come across a character who I could really relate to. It's pretty interesting though to read it after being in India and remembering some of the things she talked about. Inevitably, this got me thinking about my senior project and how it was one the best experiences of my life. I think what I loved about was that it seemed like I lived every moment, I wasn't thinking about being anywhere else but there. Like when we watched the sun rise at the Taj Mahal, it was as though the whole world had disappeared and there was only that. There was a kind of self-awareness that came with that. Does that make sense? And then there was the group. For two weeks we were like family to each other. Granted there was drama and all that, but who doesn't fall out with their siblings?But during those two weeks our normal social groups didn't really matter and we pushed them away and kind of made a commitment to be there for each other. But when we came back to Westtown that changed because we had to go back to our lives and it was rather awkward at first but now that I think about it, I feel that it is ok. One of the characters in the book said something like, truth changes. Something that is true today isn't necessarily true tomorrow but that doesn't make it any less valid. Such that just because we were tight during those two weeks and we barely talk nowadays doesn't soil that bond. I suppose I am just trying to figure out how I can go back to that place where everyday was sacred, or that each moment had the potential of being amazing. I feel like now my life is so routine, that each day is pretty similar to the last, making it hard to expect ot even believe that something amazing could happen......