Twelve hrs from now I'll be en route to the airport. Seventeen hrs from now I'll board the first leg of my journey.
Forty-seven hrs from now I'll be arriving in Mumbai.
I finished packing days ago. I've printed out all my train tickets, rechecked luggage, and packed away everything which is going back into storage here.
I've researched everything I can think of for my stay in Mumbai.
I can only "pray" that I get along better than expected with my old college friend there, whose emails and calls started as fun and frequent and over the weeks til now dwindled to barely a sentence in reply to my repeated queries.
I can only hope I am able to boldy face the strangeness and foreignness of a faraway land whose culture, traditions, food, even native language is not my own.
I am numb. I am not sure if I have remembered everything. I have been strangely unable to think, to focus on this adventure.
I am clearly in some form of denial...perhaps as a defense mechanism against panic.
At some point tomorrow I will probably break out in tears. I have been known to cry a lot while in flight.
But honestly, I have done all I can do as far as preparations.
Perhaps my atypical non-drama, this go around, is merely my own emotional evolution?
Whereas in past days I may have been in hysterics by this stage, tonight I am only tired and resigned.
Wednesday night I will land in the heat of Mumbai, meet a stranger I haven't seen since 1987, and embark on a part of my life I never expected to be facing.
My hope is to chronicle my experiences here on a weekly basis, as I explore bazaars, temples, and Indian trains.
Pray for me as you watch my journey unfold.