This is the Nestling Home. A place I went to almost every day while I was in Nepal. At the Nestling Home there were nine kids. Five boys and four girls. And they were the smartest, funniest, most amazing kids that I’ve ever met! This was what I came to Nepal for. To be the change and be changed. I’ve never experienced a family dynamic like that at the orphanage, and it completely changed the way I view family. A few of these kids were family by blood, but all of them were family by fate. They looked after each other, loved one another, and were an eyeopening example of how we need to love and care for each other no matter who we are or where we come from.
I had the best six weeks of my life because I gained nine little brothers and sisters (eleven if I’m counting Smriti and Babu). They let me into their home when I was a complete stranger, and eventually let me into their hearts. We played together, we laughed together, and on my last night, we cried together. It was hard to leave, but knowing there would be new volunteers there to love them just as I had made it hurt a little less. I know I will be back one day. I know I will see inside the walls of the Nestling Home again, and that in them I will see the best damn kids I’ve ever met. I miss them more than I could ever put into words.
The Nestling Home. My home.