The Gift of the Present

I've decided, to hell with it, I sort of miss keeping a little journal of my thoughts, experiences and adventures so this is the product of those feelings. Here I am again, starting another one of these blogs. On this occasion, I'm bound for Mussoorie, India for a semester.

For starters, I'm already in a tad bit of trouble regarding my mode of transportation, timing, and the entire journey to India. Coming back from my bike trip to San Francisco, I neglected to get my VISA papers in on time so I'm awaiting their arrival. Today was actually the day I was to board the flight alongside the 20 or so other students. So, once again, I'll be on my own for the flight to the New Delhi Airport... whenever that might be (hopefully just a few days).

It's funny how very little I've actually given avid, conscious thought to the actual experience. I've had a lot going on in the past few months. Before the bike trip, I had been thinking and planning for that for months. It was one of the few times I've ever actually had something to look forward to with genuine sincerity and happiness. Dreams were filled with thoughts of just being out, free on the road, able to see or do whatever I wanted to do. It was just that.

Now, I'm at home and I am continuously "stuck" in the present sense of time. This can also aptly describe why I bungled the VISA process; truthfully, I just hadn't given it the thought that I should have. I've spent a lot of time, reading, and striving to attempt to live as grounded as possible in the present tense to avoid missing out on what's going on right in front of me. I believe I'm in that very mindset, experiencing the positives and negatives of what that holds. So, while I am here in the beautiful Cape May Court House, NJ, I shall continue to live that way, enjoying the borrowed time I have with friends and family.

When the time comes to fully engage my senses to India, then I'll be fully endowed inside that present experience. Until then...