I leave in 2 days. I don’t entirely know how this all snuck up on me so fast, because it feels like yesterday I was pulling all my hair out studying for exams and suddenly…my bag is almost completely packed (full of malaria pills and anti-diarrhea medications).
I’ve been trying to take mental pictures/videos for the last few days, realizing I won’t see certain parts of my life for several months. The wheat fields I drive past every day. The tree in my back yard I’ve always loved the most. My cat (I’m still thinking up ways to sneak him into India). The sound and smell of nighttime out here. And every time I eat something (tacos, mostly) I think “I’ll miss this.”
But then I remember…I’ve wanted to go to India for so long, and now it’s finally happening. Sure, I’m scared (I’m really, really scared, because there are so many unknowns and my brain can’t keep up with all the possible death/illness scenarios I’ve been conjuring up for the past few weeks), but my fear can’t hold me back this time. My life’s about to be turned upside down, inside out, sideways, backwards. And I’m so glad, because there are a lot of things about the way I passively live my life that I need to change. I’ve got to wake up and smell the curry, people! I’m forcing myself to be so far out of my comfort zone I’ll probably never return to it. I’m pretty proud of myself for that.
So for now, goodbye! I probably won’t write again until I’m in India (yeeee!), and I’ll probably be so jet lagged my brain drips out of my ears, so get ready for some semi-incoherent posts in the not-so-distant future. Wish me luck!