No butterflies in my stomach, no goose bumps, no insomniac nights, no cold sweats; just 3 suitcases filled with life in Singapore and 6 years of travel memories from Southeast Asia. That marked my move last week. That has made Delhi my home atleast for the next one year.
Packing your bags and moving half way, or in my case, a quarter of the way, across the globe has a thrill to it that’s hard to explain. At 17, I left my small hometown with big dreams of what the world had to offer. I didn’t know then that the next 6 years would transform me into a traveling and travel blogging addict, drive me to search for undiscovered shores in Southeast Asia, inspire me to physically build houses in rural India, send me on my very first Euro trip, and motivate me to travel alone to one of the most remote & beautiful valleys of India and understand the ascetic lifestyles of monks and nuns.
Ours is a restless generation, I like to think; we look forward to drastic change, to the possibility of new friends, to the opportunities a different country has to offer, to the disruption of our sooner-than-later monotonous daily schedules. And we find it easy to move on with our lives, thanks to Facebook, Twitter & Skype that help us keep our relationships alive.
For the next year, I hope you’ll join me virtually as I discover the gems of my home country, both on the beaten track and off it. Phir milenge!