Moving from India to Durham was an exhilarating yet daunting adventure. Stepping off the plane and into the American landscape, I felt a wave of excitement mixed with a tinge of homesickness. The decision to pursue my MMS degree at Fuqua meant leaving behind the familiar embrace of family, friends, and the rich tapestry of my vibrant culture. Durham, with its unique blend of historical charm and modern energy, became the canvas for my journey of self-discovery and adaptation.

The initial days were a whirlwind of new experiences. Navigating the sprawling Duke campus, figuring out the bus routes, and acclimating to the quirks of my new apartment were just the beginning. The weather was a significant shift — cool and crisp compared to the warmth of India, and even the air felt different. Each new experience, from cooking my first meal in my unfamiliar kitchen to understanding the subtleties of American grocery stores, was a small victory that contributed to my growing sense of belonging.

Grocery Shopping Adventures

One of the most comforting routines I established early on was grocery shopping. My regular visits to Harris Teeter and Whole Foods became a ritual of discovery. I marveled at the array of products and the diversity of fresh produce and packaged goods. Every aisle presented new possibilities, and I found joy in exploring different ingredients and imagining new recipes. My roommates often joke about my lengthy shopping trips, but for me, they are moments of relaxation.

Spice Bazaar, the Indian grocery store, was a special haven. Walking through its aisles filled with familiar spices and ingredients was like receiving a warm hug from home. It was here that I found the essential items to recreate my favorite Indian dishes, bringing a little piece of my heritage into my daily life. The scent of familiar spices and the sight of traditional products made me feel connected to my roots, even thousands of miles away from home.

Exploring Durham’s Hidden Gems

Discovering Durham was an adventure in itself. My friends and I set out on a scavenger hunt through downtown, and it turned out to be an engaging way to uncover the city’s secrets. We stumbled upon vibrant murals, quirky shops, and cozy cafes. Each discovery deepened my connection to this new place, and the scavenger hunt transformed into a cherished experience that made Durham feel more like home.

One particularly unforgettable moment was celebrating the 4th of July. My friends and I decided to watch the fireworks, but a sudden downpour changed our plans. Instead of letting the rain ruin our evening, we embraced it with enthusiasm. Running through the streets, laughing and getting drenched, we found joy in the unexpected. The partially obscured fireworks were still a spectacular sight, and the experience left me with a sense of exhilaration and belonging.

Attending a water lantern festival with friends was another memorable experience. As we released our lanterns into the water, watching them drift away with the currents, I felt a profound sense of peace and reflection. It was a beautiful metaphor for my journey — letting go of the past and embracing new beginnings. The festival was a serene moment of gratitude for the opportunities and friendships I had found in Durham.

Food as a Cultural Bridge

Food has always been a significant part of my life, serving as a bridge to connect with others and share my culture. My time at Fuqua has been filled with culinary adventures that have brought me closer to my peers. One of my first forays into cultural exchange through food was a taco night cookout hosted by a Mexican friend. Trying s’mores for the first time was a delightful experience, and the simple pleasure of the treat quickly made it a favorite.

Inspired by this experience, I decided to host an Indian food night. Nearly 20 friends gathered to enjoy homemade Indian curry and Pani Puri — my favorite Indian street food. The evening was a celebration of flavors and stories, filled with laughter and genuine connections. Seeing my friends savor the food and embrace the cultural exchange was heartwarming. It reinforced my belief in the power of food to transcend boundaries and foster meaningful relationships.

Celebrating my roommate’s birthday was another special occasion. I made seaweed soup, a dish with cultural significance to her. Although it was a small gesture, it held great meaning for both of us. These shared meals, whether large gatherings or intimate celebrations, have played a crucial role in deepening the bonds I’ve formed at Fuqua.