So it is a week untill I go to India.
That is correct, only 7 days in this country left. And it feels a bit like Limbo.
I'm in the waiting room. Waiting to leave. It is somewhat uncomfortable, uncanny almost.
I've sorted out all the important things like shots and visas. The only things to occupy my time during the day with are writing shopping lists, leafing through the guidbook and obsessing over my Nowhere Art Project.
Everyone asks 'when are you leaving?', I laugh and say in a weeks time - feeling a swell of excitment and trepidation.
I'm heading off, into the unknow, without a planned itinerary or a phone number to call in case of emergencies. The feeling of breaching into that wild, chaotic unknown is wonderous.
One part of my mind screams about danger, my ego is scared, shivering. I'd sense this before, when going on another very different journey. What might happen I know not...
My logical planning mind tries to project into the future and cannot see itself for it knows nothing of where I am going. I suppose that I primordial part of me fears that because I cannot see myself there then I might die.
But not being able to project, not planning, put me in the now. Readies me just to experience what I am doing there when I am doing it. As I should be soaking in the now of home while I am still here.
So over the next few days I shall focus on being here while readying (as much as I can) to go somewhere else.
Oh, and welcome to my travel blog. I hope it is good for me and good for you.
