Missing Dhaka

I got back from Dhaka about a week agoand it took me this long to write a post. Dhaka was a mix of good and bad. After the initial culture shock, I got into the groove of life in Dhaka. Dhaka is awesome for people-watching, a million things happen at once in one place and there’s no room for boredom for an outsider like me. I wouldn’t have came back after only two months, I wouldve liked to stay longer, but living with my ultra-conservative aunt and uncle was getting unbearable.
Towards the end of my two-month trip, I was getting antsy about coming back to New York but now that I’m back, I wish I had been able to stay longer. At the same time, I understand that living with my relatives wasn’t the best possible option. But, I miss my two-month faily life in Dhaka. Hopping on a rickshaw, going out for fuchkas, wearing pretty salwar kameezes…
So, now I’m back and trying to figure out what my next step in life is. I’m 26 and starting all over…