16.05.2011 - 31.05.2011 32 °C
Graduating from college was one of the strangest things I've ever experienced. Part of it was probably that I thought I would be immune to the whole extravaganza, having recently been outside the Wesleyan bubble and surviving to tell the tale. These past weeks prove that no matter how many days you've spent thousands of miles from campus, it's always going to be a shock to say goodbye to good friends for a while, and to the majority of people, forever. The worst part of it all was that the whole week before graduation was so chaotic that I didn't realize the full extent of what was going on until I was sobering up at the ceremony, around noon on Sunday, May 22nd. There's Paul Farmer regaling the tales of his remarkable achievements in Haiti, people all around me are nodding off to his jokes, and all I can think about is how the hell I'm going to pack my house in 24 hours while spending final moments with my family from the last four years. Well, I'm not quite sure how it happened but here I am less than a week later at my parents house packing yet again. This time I only get to stuff a backpack, and instead of getting in a car down the Jersey Turnpike I'm boarding a plane to Delhi. Uhh... what?!?!
So yeah. Apparently I will be in India this Saturday afternoon. As hard as it might have been to comprehend pulling out of Middletown for the last time, it's nearly impossible for me to conceive how drastically my life is about to change this time around. I will have a single day to digest the rumored insane northern indian capital before I board a train north to Rishikesh, a town at the foot of the Himalayas and the shores of the Ganges. Whenever I think about the train ride, the Wilson brothers pop into my head acting out a scene to the Darjeeling Limited. Doubtful that my experience will be anything like a Wes Anderson movie, but the point was to illustrate what a vague/nonexistent image I have of the place I'm about to travel to. This mythical train supposedly will take me to Rishikesh, the home of the Ashram that's hosting me for the next couple of months. The goal is to leave Rishikesh a human pretzel. Pretzel: Noun. Colloquialism for an International Yoga Instructor.
See you in 3 days, two flights, and a dozen timezones.