but other than that, life goes on.

I am so happy and overwhelmed with too many emotions to name. I could be walking down the street or even boiling milk for tea and suddenly tears start streaming down my face. Am I sad? Probably. For why? I have no idea really. I am incredibly homesick. Homesick for what specifically? I think this question is what causes the hairs on the back of neck to stand. Now that I am so incredibly far from anywhere I’ve ever considered home, what am I missing!… Is it someone(s) or somewhere(s) anywhere in particular but nowhere near. I spend every morning with my father and when I look at him I smile and then I want to cry. I smile because I love him so much that just his sight makes me feel like everything will be alright. Then I cry because I love him so much that watching his illness unfold before my very eyes again brings such a heavy weight… I wish he didn’t pain or struggle as much as each moment does. But in time, with time. Time, time, time. I feel as though I should type what little facts I know:

My name is Radha Jessani and I am twenty-two years young. And for the first time in my short history of life, I have experienced a different type of -ness. I have been asked by the world at large what I do. What do you do in America? What are you going to do while you are here? To be honest, I do not know what I am doing. But I can offer you a solution, be useful? Show you some art. I can help you fall in love, maybe introduce passion. I can sit around and feel things all day. Something like that maybe..