India Is Waiting

Two planes later, little sleep, lots of adrenaline. Destination: India.

Chaos is coming, but maybe this time I’m ready for it.

On the flight I meet another girl, also traveling alone. We smile when our eyes cross. I guess that’s what these two months will be about: smiling at strangers, sharing small pieces of life.

It’s funny how dramatic I get when I write about this — two months away, and I make it sound like years. But for me, it is big. It means a lot.