Preparing for India
On a crisp sunny morning sometime in Spring I forced myself to leave my house. I forced myself to message a friend, which led to her calling, which led to me asking, which led to me going. I washed after days of not washing, made my bed, fed the dogs, took my vitamins, threw on my most comfortable 'going out' clothes and locked the door behind me. In a small backpack I stuffed a notebook, a 176 page novel (that I am not really enjoying but am determined to finish), headphones, a travel book on India, clothe shopping bags and a large bottle of cold water. I was prepared. I grabbed $100 cash out of my secret stash, that is now empty, and threw the bag over my shoulder. My friend was late enough to allow me to wash up, make the bed and swap shirts three times. She drove. Perfect. One less thing to think about and she was generous enough to drive at 3/4 pace. I am a nervous passenger. Fifty minutes of chatter about our lives, issues, angst and to debrief. I could feel my body relax