So I have been back for about a week.
So much happened to me in Calcutta in the last month or two I was there that writing about it seemed an impossible task so the blog..temporarily..died.
Well. I’m attempting to revive it now, in spite of the fact that I am in the midst of unplanned unchartered territory here at home.
I returned from my journey, tired, jet lagged (What was that flight, anyway? What in the world was I thinking? Yes, it was cheap, but wasn’t it like three airports in three days?!)..at any rate, out of wack and running on caffeine and airplane snacks.
I arrived back in my sweet little town of Winters, happy to finally be here, happy to finally be at home, in one place, not traveling, not moving..and prepared myself to enjoy a month or so of rest, a month or so to just process and think about all that I have seen and done on this journey.
Unfortunately, this was not to be as I soon discovered that the man I had been with for many years had made choices of his own which have made it too painful for me to be with him. Which I was not quite prepared for.
And so I find myself in the middle of packing and trying to figure out where to live and what to do with myself, and my emotions and being running the gamut of total depression to feeling like I can adapt to this new set of circumstances and being excited about what will be next for me.
Life. Just when you think you have a handle on it, it throws you a loop.
At any rate, I guess my journey hasn’t ended quite yet. Or maybe there is a new one beginning.