There are now four days until the day I leave for India. I have done everything on my lists; I have gotten my visa, bought pepto bismal tabs, ordered rupees, and organized admissions materials. Now I am sitting around, though today, I think, I have some reason. I have been effectively doing nothing for some days now. This is not to say that I haven’t kept myself busy or I haven’t had things to do. I’ve run errands, made muffins, and participated in various family engagements, but these activities, while time consuming, bear no gravity in relation to things like packing to leave for India. Or actually going to India, for that matter.
But today, I am sitting on the couch. I have the beginnings of a sore throat, the kind that under normal circumstances I would ignore and go about doing everything I wanted to do, perhaps being a little tired at the end of the day. But being four days away from a twenty-four hour plane ride across the world to land in a foreign country to which I have never been, I have considered the immanent physical and emotional turbulence as reason to act more sick than I feel.
As I don’t actually have to do anything outside of the house, since (weeks ago) I have done everything on my lists, this is relatively easy to do: draw, bother mom, read, bother mom, make neater copies of existing lists, bother mom, drink orange juice.
I really don’t have anything more to say. Maybe I’ll get back to people who I’ve been meaning to get back to for a while. Or bother mom.
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