It’s 4:30pm in the UK as I write this.
What time is it here in India?
I don’t actually know because my laptop insists on going by UK time no matter how many times I try to change it which has caused quite a bit of confusion and messed up sleeping patterns over the last seven months!
Seven months. SEVEN! I’ve been gone for almost seven months now which is absolute madness to think about!
Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be one of those reflective, look what I did recently type posts because I’ve already done that for both the four month and the six month marks and wouldn’t want to bore anyone to death. Plus I haven’t really done anything noteworthy in the last month so yeah, I guess this is just one of those type whatever comes into your head posts.
According to Wikipedia, if I was a domestic goat I could have gotten pregnant, given birth and raised it for a month by now. Heck, I could have had a human baby by now! I promise I have not had a human baby and to be honest if I had you all would have seen me and Junior featured in a Daily Mail article about immaculate conception. TMI? Perhaps.
Anyway, my point is that seven months is a long time.
But at the same time, it feels like I only left home a week or two ago.
I haven’t definitively booked my flight home yet (I should probably get on that!) but I do know it’ll be around this time next month. It just depends what date is cheapest: a few weeks ago I saw a flight from Cochin to London Heathrow for £137(!!!!!) which is absolutely insane! I’m not home yet, I don’t have a date that I’ll be home yet but I already can’t wait to leave.
I love home, I really really do. I love my friends and my family and my work buddies and I even the weather. Mostly I love the easy access to Cathedral City cheddar cheese though. But as much as I love everything back home, I also love the idea of adventure. I love flying off somewhere I’ve never been before and discovering new sights and smells and tastes. I love having a currency in my purse that I’ve never heard of before. I love walking through the streets and not having a clue what anyone is saying. I love going to museums and castles and buildings and learning all about this culture and history that’s always been so alien to me. I love feeling extreme colds and unbearable heat because we just don’t get those kinds of climates back home. I love it all.
I’m not home yet, but I’m already planning my escape.
More specifically, I’m going to Riga for a few days at the beginning of December. I’ve mentioned it briefly in a few previous posts and I think I mentioned how it may or may not be my break-up present to myself bit I am so freaking excited already. Jumping almost directly from the crazy Indian heat and humidity to the equally as crazy Eastern-ish European cold will no doubt result in me cursing myself for ever having booked that ridiculously cheap Wizzair flight, but right now I don’t care about that. Right now I’m just excited because a d v e n t u r e.