The blogs have slowed down after our first anniversary here in India. I have to say my better half is much more witty and does such a good job capturing the moment, it gives me a reason to slack off. If you have not read his blogs, please do check out http://whitemanforlease.blogspot.com/. I just celebrated a birthday, moved house in India and received a promotion - lots of life events - in which I have had some time to reflect on what a journey coming to India has been. Earlier I would have told you about the crazy traffic, animals on the streets, non-existant lines and a sense of logic to the chaos that we have learned to operate in. Now I do not notice the traffic, readily plan to leave at least 1.5 hours in advance to travel a distance of 23km, push my way to the front of all lines, speak loudly at all times and complain to all waitstaff at restaurants. Those are just the tactics applied for being a foreigner in India. If I peel the onion back a little more, you would see that I can haggle with the best of them on Commercial Street, I do not pay listed price for anything; I have found my favorite places to get Mexican ingredients for dinner, hair cuts and last minute birthday gifts. Go on more layer deeper and you would see we are quite at home here in India. Even on a recent trip to the US (literally 48 hours in Detroit), my house seemed like the Schmitt Museum- full of expensive stuff nobody touches. I know that is my home and there is comfort in every corner decorated by me. However, on the flight back from Boston to Bangalore, I knew I was coming home. My family was carrying on with daily life, my dogs were excited to see me, work was waiting and the social calendar was full for weekends on end . While it was difficult to adjust to a place so foreign from middle America, I have found a happy spot tucked away in an old coconut grove in Bangalore. I just have to pinch myself sometimes and ask, am I really in India?