i miss my bangladesh

at 1842 right now...trying to write my follow-up letter. It's kinda going...I feel like it might get very long though hahahha. I want people to know everything and experience everything! See, listen and smell all of Bangladesh...I don't know how to share that with them though keke. I miss Bangladesh so much as i'm writing this letter. I miss the smell of rotting garbage, the call of prayer several times a day. I miss the beating hot sun and people staring at you as you walk along the streets. I miss the people coming and asking 'your country? do you like my Bangladesh?' I miss the crazy traffic and unending honking. I miss being scared for my life as we try to cross the road with cars that don't look like they're going to stop. I miss seeing the rusted and dented buses, people yelling at you to get on, them not stopping as people get on and off and the little CNGs wheezing between everyone. I miss walking home and seeing Fahim always outside. I miss the feeling of such appreciation as we walk into Grace House after a super long, hot and draining day and then stopping by on second floor so I can get a cup of cold water. I miss walking up 2 more flights, walking into my room, turning on the fan and then jumping right into a cold shower to cool off. I miss going to the dining room, seeing Swapan's smiling face and asking how was your day bundi? I miss the smell of daal, the potato patties, the veggies or the chicken or fish that we'd eat that day. I miss eating with my hands. ah! I miss my team and eating with my team. Always so many people. I even miss Thomas filling up cups with water to the edge so you couldn't even drink it haha. I miss seeing Swapan cutting with the crazy cutting knife and walking up to the roof to hang up my wet clothes. I miss seeing the city from the rooftop, watching the traffic and even the ladies from the sweatshop beside us...they were always so happy and would come up to the window to wave at us. I miss my placement and all the people there. I even miss the hecticness of trying to get there. I miss going to Meena's Bazar for some air conditioning and picking up some mango juice or ice cream. I miss the BSFB students and doing crazy manuscript bible study with them. I miss playing and hanging out with them and in the midst of all of this, I miss seeing God working through all of it. Even in the beggars and poverty, in the sickness that our team had, in the brokenness of every individual on our team...even through all of our struggles, there was still so much joy. ah I MISS BANGLADESH! haha I wonder if I can even put any of this in my letter :P haha

anywayy I am remembering the joys of Bangladesh even amidst of all the challenges and struggles there were...something I needed I think :) I love that country so much and all the people...I wanna go back.