Kiss the Sky

I’d like to believe that everybody has these moments. These moments are those moments when you take a look around and size up who you are and where you want to be in life. Some people adjust accordingly, while others have a tendency to do more of the same. Well, I’ve been adjusting accordingly for much of 2011 and I told myself that a huge part of this adjustment was about preparing to be where I currently am — on the other side of the world. Indeed, my pot of gold, imagined sometimes as a success and re-imagined other times as a failure, was this 2 year shebang bang in India. It’s a bit surreal. And it’s been a long time coming. So, the pot looms large, foggy and dusty even, but it’s still my pot damn it.

When I haven’t been at work, I have been deeply examining the inside of my eyelids for permanent damage from very late nights kept before I left the U.S. Jetlag is waning thin, if not off. And aside from a few lingering business transactions with my unnamed, but annoyingly misguided property management company, the U.S. side of my rainbow doesn’t filter itself into my daily present. Friends call, family emails – of course – but I mean, really, I don’t care if the weather has taken a turn in D.C. or if the cost of getting into the Lincoln Tunnel from the Jersey side has gone up (again). No, buddy, that’s none of my concern. I just called because I want to know how you’re doing.

Since my initial impressions of Delhi are few, let me say that the most interesting thing about this move is how sincerely easy it has been to drop the mundane. I’ll explain: Americans live off stuff. We have stuff to protect our stuff, people to protect our things. Packaging around everything and large is the way to go. Living out of 2 bags, though in pretty spiffy accommodations, has reminded me just how much I have. I’m sure at some point the fact that I don’t have internet at home will be corrected before my head explodes. But, it’s been a bit of a mental break. And now that I have a crackberry my addictive ways have flared back up again.

I’m not trying to go all Peace Corps (said endearingly) on you. I haven’t thrown off the yolk of capitalism for a backpack & crunchy granola bars. But, transitions have a way of reminding me of what I can do without. A manual alarm clock, a ride to work, a dog (w/ dog food & olive oil), and a way to call the U.S. seem to be the staples.

Next week, I’m sure there’ll be more to say about the joys of being the boss of hired (maybe live-in) help, learning to clean a water distiller, being contractually obligated to keep my annoyingly misguided property management company and so much more. But for today, I’ll share the pep talk I had with myself yesterday. It went a little something like this “Quit putting the junk from the rainbow journey inside the pot of gold. Dag nabbit, it’ll get too heavy and you’ll end up breaking the pot, or your neck (African style) or your foot (Western style) when you drop the whole doggone thing. Now is not the time to ruin the whole lot.” It’s a little cryptic I suppose, but I’m sure you get the point.

It’s the ‘stop effing around and looking back’ speech that I had to give myself, in that moment. I get the whole ‘The Alchemist’ side of life’s journeys, but I’m throwing gold coins in the air like its K.O.D. up in here (up in here!).

So, forgive me while I take poetic license to leave you with my adaption of Mr. West’s prolific words: ‘My presence [in the present] is a present.’ Some folks would be welcome to move on to the next line and also ‘Kiss my [BLEEP],’ but that’s for another blog entry all together.

Sinister laugh and palm rubbing have commenced. Who’s coming to visit?

6 thoughts on “Kiss the Sky

  1. Yesssss! As I pack up (as few of my belongings as possible) to get the *bleep* out of dodge, I am fascinated by how much stuff I’ve accumulated and how useless most of it is in the grand scheme of things that I now deem important. Glad for this opportunity to purge, reevaluate, and move to a place that God has given so much by way of natural stuff, that might man made materials pale in comparison. Being free to experience that w/I the burden of shipping and handling def feels real good….Enjoy your pot of gold sans rainbow baggage…and since you’re extending invites…India just might end up on my list of places I end up with now that I’ve gotten rid of all this stuff and made room for experiences!

  2. I am loving this post so much! Wish I could leave the crap I’ve collected at the other end of the rainbow, but sadly I haven’t reached my pot of gold yet. Do you think there a midway drop off point on this thing??

    And just in case, I hadn’t made it clear to everyone in your circle, I call dibs on August -Sept 2012.

  3. Tracee, how’s your journey going dahling? I’m jealous… do share. we should co-pen our chronicles.
    Jen, please do! I’m going to hold you to it.
    Aly, you and I will be hot as hell and/or neck deep in monsoon rains, but we’ll be together. Why? B/c if you threw a party and invited everyone you knew. You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say ‘ thank you for being a friend.’

    • Aww, man I’m sad I didn’t see this earlier because now it might be weird to sing the rest of the song. Except now it’s stuck in my head so here you go…your heart is true, you’re a pal and a confidant!!

  4. I am also planning my visit. Get the guest room ready and tell the Chef that I don’t eat seafood. Now I’m just hoping it isn’t unbelievably hot while i’m there.

    I am so excited that you are starting this new journey but sad that you are so far away. I hope you start posting regularly so that we can stay connected.

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