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I should be back home in a few hours. The train is more than half empty and it feels eerie after the buzz and excitement last night.

In the past 15 days, we were cramped into a tiny space and had to find a rythm in order to live as a unit. Within a few days, we figured out who wakes up early, who is always losing her stuff, who is the most disorganised, who simply cannot live without a bath..slowly, we built a comfort zone around our compartment and it became our home. All the frustration and anger we felt initially about not being able to charge our phones or the lack of hot water slowly dissipated, and was replaced with compromise.

Compromise. That only happens when you care. So I guess we learned to care for each other, sometimes willingly,  sometimes begrudgingly.

A little more than half way through our journey, just as we were getting comfortable, we were yanked out of the train and had to spend a night in a village. Even though that was a unique  experience,  every single person I spoke to the next day said they couldn't wait to get back home- to the train 😊

During our valedictory ceremony, one of the board members spoke about resilience. Being on this train IS a test of one's  resilience but  having a sense of community definitely helps you pull through the worst moments.