bharat kay agha may pas hee hai (meri Hindi bahut karab hai! or meri spelling bhi hai)
On Friday, Nate and I are heading back to India for three weeks. Right now I'm feeling quite nervous about this whole idea for a myriad of reasons, both welcome and unwelcome. The flights make me nervous, but that's not such a big deal. I'm a little nervous to see all the Woodstock kids again although not for any substantial reason. I know they will have grown up some and that my place and roll there will be largely undefined during this visit, but that's not it either. I'm really starting to feel with an increasing clarity that I'm afraid of how I've changed since I left there, or I'm afraid that my life isn't coming anywhere close to the ideas I had so much hope in when I left.
Friday, we're hopping on a rather expensive Amtrak train to Chicago, where we will be joined by Anne Waltner and hopefully will have some brief fun with Kaitlin. Saturday we'll hop on the plane (so much hopping!) until many, many hours later when we'll take the train from Delhi to Dehradun, and then a taxi ride to Mussoorie that revives my original, long-ago fears of that sickening drive up the mountain that I had gotten completely used to. After my first ride up that road I swore I wouldn't leave the mountain again until it was time to return to the USA, which resolution of course completely dissolved over time until I was comfortable enough to do it myself on the Enfield.
I'm also thinking of my last week in India with Kait and the VanZees. How much time Kait and I spent scarfing German Baked goods and feeling like we should probably be doing something awesome and worthwhile like hiking through the incredible scenery. And wishing for hot (or warm) water.
Our last day in Delhi, I had some kind of stomach thing and was sick and nauseated and overall yucky. I had never been in Old Delhi before, and I can't separate the memory of it with the terrible, sickening feeling of the heat that day. It was oppressive, but in an aggressive way, as if the breeze itself were pummeling us with its incessant, tiny fists of warmth.
The path things have taken since then (and especially over the past month) have made me doubt what I'll be ready for this time. I am ready, though, to get shaken up and take things as they come, because at least for a little while life is really going to be exciting, like it or not.
The End.
p.s. I'll be checking my email there, so feel free to write!
Friday, we're hopping on a rather expensive Amtrak train to Chicago, where we will be joined by Anne Waltner and hopefully will have some brief fun with Kaitlin. Saturday we'll hop on the plane (so much hopping!) until many, many hours later when we'll take the train from Delhi to Dehradun, and then a taxi ride to Mussoorie that revives my original, long-ago fears of that sickening drive up the mountain that I had gotten completely used to. After my first ride up that road I swore I wouldn't leave the mountain again until it was time to return to the USA, which resolution of course completely dissolved over time until I was comfortable enough to do it myself on the Enfield.
I'm also thinking of my last week in India with Kait and the VanZees. How much time Kait and I spent scarfing German Baked goods and feeling like we should probably be doing something awesome and worthwhile like hiking through the incredible scenery. And wishing for hot (or warm) water.
Our last day in Delhi, I had some kind of stomach thing and was sick and nauseated and overall yucky. I had never been in Old Delhi before, and I can't separate the memory of it with the terrible, sickening feeling of the heat that day. It was oppressive, but in an aggressive way, as if the breeze itself were pummeling us with its incessant, tiny fists of warmth.
The path things have taken since then (and especially over the past month) have made me doubt what I'll be ready for this time. I am ready, though, to get shaken up and take things as they come, because at least for a little while life is really going to be exciting, like it or not.
The End.
p.s. I'll be checking my email there, so feel free to write!
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