Goodbye India.

I made it. While traveling is one of my favorite things to do in life, flying might really be my least. It's not that I have some neurotic fear of crashing and burning to death, that I feel nauseous or that I don't like sitting two inches away from a complete stranger, who's head happens to be constantly falling on my shoulder. No, no...it's none of those reasons. You see the reason I despise flying is because I have a really small butt with no meat on it and I CAN'T SLEEP ON PLANES!!! Add those two things together and you get a butt crampy dude who doesn't sleep for 48 hours. Oh, did I mention I can't sleep in airports or on buses either? So quite literally I did not sleep for two days.

India was life changing. Not to be fucking cheesy or anything but it was really quite an eye opener. I don't think it was in the same way other guests of India transform. For me, most of all, it was the constant love that i received from being surrounded by family. My life in general, due to my line of work, consists of giving a lot of myself to others. However, in India I felt as those the playing field was leveled and I just sat back and relished in the love that my family lathered on me, in abundance it came.

So what have I learned from this. Well, I learned how important family is to me. I love mine and I want to become better at showing them how important they are to me. I want to treat my wife diligently, with more love and affirmation. I want to be as solid of a rock for her as she is for me. Lastly, I want to continue to cultivate and nourish the many pockets of community in my life. I want my friends to always know how important they are to me. So there it is, now you know.

Thank you to Rachel and Chinua for caring for me the way they do. Unconditional love. You truly are the best people I know, the wisest, most edifying, and all together raddest folks.