I woke up this morning, and about the third thought to pass through my head after, 'its ten in the morning, maybe I'll get samosas at the cafe,' and 'I should probably get out of bed and meditate,' was 'Shit! I leave tomorrow for a month and a half of traveling around India!' That got me out of bed. And immediately call home to talk to mommy.
Tomorrow I leave for my tour of the Indian subcontinent, which of course is very exciting, and rather nerve-racking. I'm heading out for a month and a half with five shirts, two pairs of jeans, my st. A's sweatshirt, various drawing pencils, and my toothbrush.
Its kind of a different phase in my Indian adventure, if I were to divide it up as such. First semester, acclimation to weather, way of life, and everything. Second phase, vagabond around India (well, theres a bit of a plan so you can't entirely call it wandering), and of course when I come back to school that will be a whole new experience.
I am both incredibly excited for my travels, anticipating a sense of freedom, wandering the world alone kind of zeal, and rather nervous, mostly about all those little details that you cannot possibly anticipate. If my luggage is lost, if I can't find the cab at the airport, what I'll do when I get there, etc. My plans are both fixed enough and flexible enough to get me somewhere safely and to let me change my mind and go exploring. So predictably, I swing back and forth between wanting to be on my adventure and wanting the hours to go so slowly.
I probably shouldn't worry too much about details though. For, on the topic of fast thinking (reference to my morning thoughts), when I walked into my room and turned on the light, which flickered longer than usual, in the one second longer it took I had gone through:
(1) 'oh God the light isn't working (problem)'
(2) 'I'm gonna have to try and communicate this to the people downstairs to get a new light bulb (worry)'
(3) 'I'd just take the light bulb from my old room that just got replaced (solution)'
And then the light worked anyways.
Tomorrow I leave for my tour of the Indian subcontinent, which of course is very exciting, and rather nerve-racking. I'm heading out for a month and a half with five shirts, two pairs of jeans, my st. A's sweatshirt, various drawing pencils, and my toothbrush.
Its kind of a different phase in my Indian adventure, if I were to divide it up as such. First semester, acclimation to weather, way of life, and everything. Second phase, vagabond around India (well, theres a bit of a plan so you can't entirely call it wandering), and of course when I come back to school that will be a whole new experience.
I am both incredibly excited for my travels, anticipating a sense of freedom, wandering the world alone kind of zeal, and rather nervous, mostly about all those little details that you cannot possibly anticipate. If my luggage is lost, if I can't find the cab at the airport, what I'll do when I get there, etc. My plans are both fixed enough and flexible enough to get me somewhere safely and to let me change my mind and go exploring. So predictably, I swing back and forth between wanting to be on my adventure and wanting the hours to go so slowly.
I probably shouldn't worry too much about details though. For, on the topic of fast thinking (reference to my morning thoughts), when I walked into my room and turned on the light, which flickered longer than usual, in the one second longer it took I had gone through:
(1) 'oh God the light isn't working (problem)'
(2) 'I'm gonna have to try and communicate this to the people downstairs to get a new light bulb (worry)'
(3) 'I'd just take the light bulb from my old room that just got replaced (solution)'
And then the light worked anyways.
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