Close to India
Now it is all getting really close. India is just around the corner. This Friday, the flight (if all goes well) flies off with me in it. Heading for London and after that, it’s “next stop India”.
I have mixed emotions about this whole thing.
I don’t like the idea that I’ll be missing out on 6 weeks of life here at home. Anything could happen. I just hope everyone will be okay. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something horrible was to happen to someone I love and I wasn’t there. It’s not like I could get here in just a couple of minutes. Even if I leave instantly, it will still take me many, many hours of flying...
And then, it’s the fear of something happening to me. Like getting lost, or mugged, or killed, or very very ill or something. But that doesn’t really bug me as much. All I can do is to never walk outside alone, and to be careful in all other ways I can think of. But then of course I’m suppose to enjoy myself too.
And then I’m worried since it’s not exactly a vacation I’m going to. I will be seeing some of mankind’s poorest people. People who were born into a life under completely different circumstances than me and the people I know of. I wonder how I will cope. There’s hardly anything I hate more than injustices, and I have a feeling there will be plenty of them over there.
And then of course, I have no idea how I will survive without my closest friends and my family. Can’t imagine 6 weeks without seeing my wonderful boyfriend either. Impossible. I really hope I will solve the phone-problem quickly and preferably without paying an entire fortune.
On the other hand, it’s a once in a lifetime experience. I will see so many things I never thought I’d see. I will be visiting so many places where I never thought I’d be. It will be rewarding and I think it will change me in positive ways. There’s no way I can turn down an opportunity like this.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
With love
/Angelica
I have mixed emotions about this whole thing.
I don’t like the idea that I’ll be missing out on 6 weeks of life here at home. Anything could happen. I just hope everyone will be okay. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something horrible was to happen to someone I love and I wasn’t there. It’s not like I could get here in just a couple of minutes. Even if I leave instantly, it will still take me many, many hours of flying...
And then, it’s the fear of something happening to me. Like getting lost, or mugged, or killed, or very very ill or something. But that doesn’t really bug me as much. All I can do is to never walk outside alone, and to be careful in all other ways I can think of. But then of course I’m suppose to enjoy myself too.
And then I’m worried since it’s not exactly a vacation I’m going to. I will be seeing some of mankind’s poorest people. People who were born into a life under completely different circumstances than me and the people I know of. I wonder how I will cope. There’s hardly anything I hate more than injustices, and I have a feeling there will be plenty of them over there.
And then of course, I have no idea how I will survive without my closest friends and my family. Can’t imagine 6 weeks without seeing my wonderful boyfriend either. Impossible. I really hope I will solve the phone-problem quickly and preferably without paying an entire fortune.
On the other hand, it’s a once in a lifetime experience. I will see so many things I never thought I’d see. I will be visiting so many places where I never thought I’d be. It will be rewarding and I think it will change me in positive ways. There’s no way I can turn down an opportunity like this.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
With love
/Angelica