Yes, I've decided. It's Monday and I have an essay due tomorrow I haven't started. Something about Poe and Dickenson I can't be bothered with at the moment. And why? Because I'm going somewhere. Somewhere different. Really different! I, Andrea, am leaving the country. By myself, on a jet plane, for the first time in my life. This is happening.
I am rooted here. Completely and utterly rooted. I've never moved. I've lived in the same two-bedroom house all my twenty years, with the same mother and the same (lame) brother. I'm kidding. I love my brother, that little asshole. No, I do. The prick.
My plate is full. Tension is rising. Three days 'til I leave. I picked up my visa today, $500 worth of travellers checks, and an Oral-B toothbrush with two rolls of masking tape as per requested by my India correspondant, Nitya.
Nitya is my "teacher." Okay, he's my yoga teacher. I know this may conjure up an image of a trim early-thirties "hippy" hummin' OMMM, wearing Lululemon and a motivational Tee, but no. Nitya is a chipper Indian man in his 40s with a wonderful daughter and a presumably rockin' wife I will meet very shortly. He married her last time he was in India. In mid-November he went back to see her.
Nitya will meet me at Cochin airport on December 5th. From there, who knows what will happen! My mind refuses to conceptualize a world that is completely unknown to me. All I know is that it will be a mindfuck of a time. And that's all I want to know for now.
Soon I will pack. Wednesday I'll pack. Thursday I leave. This is gonna be some adventure, I tell you! I'd like for this blog to be a conduit between me in India and you in Canada (or where ever!). There is me now, and there will be me, after India. I can feel the change coming, it's difficult to deal with at times. I am experiencing a premature intensity of feeling that needs an outlet. That's probably why I decided to hop on my bike today and ride around the city. I need an outlet! or I get mad. And I don't wanna be mad. A climax is coming - with its subsequent transformation. Let's do this together.
I'm in a new place now, and I will be soon. Why do homework with all this excitement buzzing around me?
I am rooted here. Completely and utterly rooted. I've never moved. I've lived in the same two-bedroom house all my twenty years, with the same mother and the same (lame) brother. I'm kidding. I love my brother, that little asshole. No, I do. The prick.
My plate is full. Tension is rising. Three days 'til I leave. I picked up my visa today, $500 worth of travellers checks, and an Oral-B toothbrush with two rolls of masking tape as per requested by my India correspondant, Nitya.
Nitya is my "teacher." Okay, he's my yoga teacher. I know this may conjure up an image of a trim early-thirties "hippy" hummin' OMMM, wearing Lululemon and a motivational Tee, but no. Nitya is a chipper Indian man in his 40s with a wonderful daughter and a presumably rockin' wife I will meet very shortly. He married her last time he was in India. In mid-November he went back to see her.
Nitya will meet me at Cochin airport on December 5th. From there, who knows what will happen! My mind refuses to conceptualize a world that is completely unknown to me. All I know is that it will be a mindfuck of a time. And that's all I want to know for now.
Soon I will pack. Wednesday I'll pack. Thursday I leave. This is gonna be some adventure, I tell you! I'd like for this blog to be a conduit between me in India and you in Canada (or where ever!). There is me now, and there will be me, after India. I can feel the change coming, it's difficult to deal with at times. I am experiencing a premature intensity of feeling that needs an outlet. That's probably why I decided to hop on my bike today and ride around the city. I need an outlet! or I get mad. And I don't wanna be mad. A climax is coming - with its subsequent transformation. Let's do this together.
I'm in a new place now, and I will be soon. Why do homework with all this excitement buzzing around me?
