Day 0: It's really real

Feb. 4, 2011.  1000.  Wow.
Here I am in the Toronto airport, waiting to get on the Air India flight direct to Delhi.  Thank god there is wi-fi here, and I just so happened to sit upon a chair for which there is a plug hidden in the floor. Serendipity! I count about 15 turbans, of all different colours, lots of women wearing scrunchies and not a white person to be seen in this whole area of the terminal. 

I promised myself I wouldnt cry, but the moment I waved goodbye to Thao, I had to stop at a chair and compose myself. Not easy to blubber away while carrying about 50 pounds of carry on, never mind what it's going to be like when I have to actually put my 30 pounds of backpack on my back AND carry everything else when I get to Delhi.  Has it hit me yet? I'm not sure.   I havent even spoken to anyone except the nice man who came up behind me in the security line and wished me good morning.

Anyways, here it begins.  Already I hear the shrill cry of billions of children and toddlers who are going to only get crankier once they board.  I'm betting that I will have the customary 3 year old kicking the back of my chair, as it seems to be the tradition of every flight i've been on in my travelling history.  I am hoping this time I dont lose my shit and ruin my eminent 16 hours in flight.

Here we go, this wild ride is about to start. God help and bless me.
xoxo