The bag is packed and it is amazingly light. Either I am getting better at packing or my needs are diminishing but I really have nothing to fill the little suitcase ( carry on). Next trip will be with a back pack.
Have a list of foods to try, things to do and places to visit but before that I need to get there. Heard the horror stories of the US Air flight and service ( lack there of)..oh well, I need to keep reminding myself that I love traveling. ( I am going to miss Sonya..it is amazing how little people occupy so much space in our heart) . Vacation is bitter sweet, I love to travel but I will miss my life here. Important moments in my loved ones lives and of course , my baby...I hope to Skype from over there. I wonder how our parents felt when we left home to come so far away with no way to communicate except the snail mail.
Morning of: Up little early, stepped out to water and bid bye to plants and suddenly I was transported to the times when we used to go bike riding early in the mornings. Certain weather condition and the morning always remind me of the childhood memories of home in Indore. Our memories are mysterious and random...
At the airport: After morning breakfast with Anupam/Theresa/Shalini, breaking the glass jar ( for good luck:) and other little chaos like Jagdish forgetting his stuff in the car ( Shalini is coming back to deliver...) I hope to be on the plane in 40 minutes and hoping that Jagdish will make is back through security in time :)
Hope to have a nice flight, will be in touch from the other continent .....
Have a list of foods to try, things to do and places to visit but before that I need to get there. Heard the horror stories of the US Air flight and service ( lack there of)..oh well, I need to keep reminding myself that I love traveling. ( I am going to miss Sonya..it is amazing how little people occupy so much space in our heart) . Vacation is bitter sweet, I love to travel but I will miss my life here. Important moments in my loved ones lives and of course , my baby...I hope to Skype from over there. I wonder how our parents felt when we left home to come so far away with no way to communicate except the snail mail.
Morning of: Up little early, stepped out to water and bid bye to plants and suddenly I was transported to the times when we used to go bike riding early in the mornings. Certain weather condition and the morning always remind me of the childhood memories of home in Indore. Our memories are mysterious and random...
At the airport: After morning breakfast with Anupam/Theresa/Shalini, breaking the glass jar ( for good luck:) and other little chaos like Jagdish forgetting his stuff in the car ( Shalini is coming back to deliver...) I hope to be on the plane in 40 minutes and hoping that Jagdish will make is back through security in time :)
Hope to have a nice flight, will be in touch from the other continent .....
