Dear Pune, sometimes you can be a drag.

The novelty of India has worn off. (Don't get me wrong I am still loving the classes at the institute and wish I could keep studying there for longer than the month I booked.) I am mostly dying for a green salad or just pretty much anything fresh and not cooked into an unrecognizable heap. I am sick of my hard bed and the florescent lights that shine directly in your eye. Traffic is a drag and the constant honking is the opposite of cute. What else can I complain about? Oh and the wild dogs that bark incessantly as soon as the sun goes down. Basically I miss my home in the States.

Thanks for letting me rant. I feel better already!