Those who knew me back in the US, I am not the same person I was. I am changed. When I first moved to India, living in Ahmedabad, I knew it was making me a better person. I liked the transformation I was taking for myself. Then I moved to Mumbai and with that came divorce; I had moved to a place where I was actually told to 'stick to my own kind'. I had never in my life experience so many people who were mean and unpleasant to me without ever meeting me or spending five minutes talking to me since I had been in high school. To be honest, I had never in my life experience so many people who treated other people so badly for no reason at all. This city just about destroyed me.
I don't like the new me. I don't like who I have become since moving here. The person I have become since living here is not a person I would want to sit in a room and have afternoon tea with. I don't want to go back to the US to see family and friends because I don't like who I am.
What I am learning is getting to the process is the hardest. Once you are there...really TRULY to a place you want to heal, every day becomes more exciting than the previous. To be excited...that is the Kimberly I know. That is the Kimberly everyone back in the US knows. I thought she had died, but instead, she was just buried and tomorrow she will be a little more uncovered.