I can't honestly say it flew by. With all the changes to my life it feels more like "whoa, has it *only* been two years?"
Snuggling my precious daughter to my chest I am very thankful I took the leap of faith and followed the Lord to India.
Most days India is exasperating. I am assured by expats who have been here longer that I will never adjust fully, India is too India for that. It's crazy, overwhelming and very inflexible yet nothing but variety. It's colorful and beautiful and maddening. It's spicy and hot and still utterly foreign. It's unapologetic and exceedingly demanding. It's amusing and humbling and frustrating. It's rooted in the past and ripe with exploding potential for the future. It's most of all challenging, but so are most things of any real value.
I am thankful for my Indian husband and "masala" daughter. And my lovely Indian cats. And seriously, Indian clothes are lovely. Oh and chai and seekh kebabs. Those are worth at least a visit to India for alone.
Love to you and yours.