Day one, or negative eleven.
Sure, I’m not in Bangalore yet, but my adventure has officially begun.
After three weeks of non-stop packing, various vaccinations, fried chicken, fast food, and the entire gamut goodbyes — from ceremonies to see-yas — I hopped on a red-eye to Philadelphia, leaving Los Angeles (and a sizeable portion of my life and personal belongings) behind me, uncertain of when I will actually return to reclaim them.
For the next week I will be about Pennsylvania, saying another round of goodbyes, and further preparing myself for the next leg of my journey — a 9000-mile westward trip to the mysterious land of Bangalore, India.
It’s possible everything I do for the next eleven days will soon become a luxury. Everything feels a little different when considering the possibility that it could be the last time you do it for a while.
Like devouring two double cheeseburgers; or playing remedial volleyball at Eagle Rock with Big Nick; or watching classics at the Egyptian; or killing time with my friends and family; or drinking tap water.
I think I can live without the cheeseburgers, but we’ll meet again, tap water!
