I'm sorry that I never got around to posting a final entry.

Things got a little bit stressful when I got back home and I just have not felt like sitting down and writing in a while.  To be honest, I don't really feel like it right now, either, but I figured I should write just a little something.  Even if nobody reads it.

When I got home, I was incredibly afraid of taking a bus.  I did not want to face the reality that that bus I hopped on would not be filled with sweaty, smelly Bengalis, that the bus would not jerk me around like mad, that sweat would not  be dripping down my face as I sat there, breathing in the nasty exhaust.  All of these sound like bad things, right?  Why would I be afraid of having a nice, cool, quiet ride on the bus?  I don't know.  But the truth is I was terrified.
Well, I have a friend out in Northgate who I really wanted to go see and that required me getting on a bus.  So a few days ago, I faced my fear and got on the bus.  The first ride was not the greatest because not only did I just not want to be on that bus, but I also got a bit lost.  But on my ride back up Capitol Hill from Northgate, I was looking around the bus at the various people sharing the bus with me.  And I thought to myself, "My goodness, humanity is beautiful."  
Kolkata gave me that.  This is the most important thing I brought home with me from Kolkata.  I never want to lose this.  It's a beautiful thing.