I know that we are leaving India in two weeks.
I know that Mumbai has a lot of exciting things to see and do.
I know that I cannot give a rats arse about any of them and just want to go home.
I know that one day I will regret not seeing all there was to see and making the most of the time we have here.
I know that the future me that regrets those things will have forgotten how completely shit it actually was to live here in a hotel with two tiny people.
I know that when people say “one billion people can’t be wrong” that they are wrong.
I know that people have worse things to complain about and rightly so.
I know that I should be grateful for all that I have. I am.
But I also know that some days I just can’t deal.