Of a Gazillion Flights, Beautiful Things, & Mishappenings

My kind, soulful, interesting, generous readers, lend me your brilliance.

I do not know what to write about. Is it a mental or writer’s block? I don’t think so. I did try writing, but the stuff that oozed out (yuck! I hate the word oozed. But it fits here.) was so personal that I didn’t think it appropriate to share for the sake of other concerned parties. And for the sake of my future sanity that would invariably be affected if those parties were to read it.

It isn’t that I don’t have material to write about either. For instance, I was in India for a month, spent two weeks in Bombay (I’ve called it that my entire life, so I can’t call it Mumbai just to be PC.), two weeks in Delhi, and had a lot of drama. On the boy-front, on the home-front. I haven’t written about any of that yet.

The 2nd half of this year appears to have a lot of travel on the cards for me. I’ve been on 11 flights in less than 2.5 months. That’s quite a bit, wouldn’t you say? It averages to about a flight a week. Crazy.

So anyway, after coming back from India, I went to the US for a week, to get the green card process started. Fell terribly ill there (shivering, shaking, high fever), but came back to Toronto for a weekend, attended a friend’s birthday thingamajig at a popular lounge and guess what? My ex-bf’s friends were there too, at a different party. Some more drama ensued. I fell sicker. Collected Dolce from The Hydrant, where he was staying for the week I was gone, and somehow made it back to the US while being on the verge of fainting at every moment.

I was in the US for 4 weeks. My, what eventful 4 weeks they were! In that time, I recovered, managed a trip to San Francisco (to apartment-hunt, unsuccessfully, but what a wonderful realtor I have!), a trip to NYC (to get away from the awfulness that was NJ for me), and made my way back home, to Toronto, alone. It was the first time I’d ever taken a cab to EWR. Anyway, that was that. Also, it was Dolce’s first time in NYC and in a hotel! My little darling did so amazingly well. I should write about pet-related travel.

And, AND, in the meantime, I was so very generously given the Beautiful Blogger Award by Andy of Our Life in 3D! Could I have been more flattered?! I mean, have you seen his blog yet?! It is so cleverly written, it routinely makes me laugh (but there’s nothing routine about it!), and the Dylanisms he shares really take the cake. That is one funny child. I hope she stays that way forever. (But I don’t have kids, so I don’t know if that’s even possible.) Andy and I connected because of our shared love of traveling and, understandably, I grew a little envious of him when I learned that he and his family go away to sunny beaches during every winter! What a delicious life! But I was in Rome at the time, so I went shopping down Via del Corso while munching on pizza bianco (oh, the memories…) and got over it quickly. He has further honored me by expressing that he would totally do a travel blog with me and, given the traveler he is, if that isn’t one of the most flattering ideas I’ve heard in forever I don’t know what is.

As you can see, there’s a lot to write about. But I don’t know where to begin. Or maybe I don’t know what to think about first, what to deal with first.

It’s strange. Sometime in May I felt like my life was stagnating, like nothing was happening with me, around me. Now it feels like too much is happening, all at the same time.

I’m sorry I have nothing better to offer right now for your reading pleasure. I’ll get my thoughts sorted out and put together something a little more comprehensible.


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  1. djmatticus

    And in talking through not knowing what to talk about, you came up with plenty to talk about, even if it wasn’t how you wanted to go about it. I’ve found when I’m struggling to come up with what I want to say, if I just start typing (writing) things have a way of tumbling (not oozing, never that) out.

    • Karishma

      Tumbling! There you go…much better choice. But I’ll say “oozing” seriously fit the description of how those unpleasant words were pouring out. (Pouring. “Pouring”‘s a good one too.) You are absolutely right; sometimes you just have to type the first few words and simply let go. I should really try that more often.

      Thank you so much for your comment, for sharing your thoughts!

  2. Our Life In 3D

    Glad to here you are doing OK. Wow you really have been busy. Your 11 flights in 2.5 months sounds nightmarish, based in our recent experiences. I hope you are doing well and finding time to catch up. Still up for doing the blog? Or a guest post on your travels?

  3. Saman

    Envy! envy! envy! For I just had 4 flights in 2 weeks,where I wished for more..you might think me for a bit crazy but its purelyy for the love of traveling.This time I had to do without any book in my hand ! (which was the only tormenting part ! ) Good to know that now you have lots to keep you entirelyy and happilyy occupiedd ! Congratss for the awardd !! The beautiful is surely for not your words but for your mind,thoughts and for the strength of keeping it all together !

    • Karishma

      Oh, trust me, I’m not complaining. I love to travel too, and it was an incredibly hectic time. It doesn’t even feel like it but I’ve constantly been on the move since July and everything is still fluid right now. So much change and more travel to come.
      I do completely understand and agree that having a book while traveling adds to the enjoyment of the journey, so if I forget to carry one I pop into an airport bookstore and pick up something to read, anything that seems worthwhile. :)
      Thank you so much for the congratulations and the sweet, kind words, Saman! I appreciate it a lot.

      • Saman

        Welcome :)) For the sanity of the shop keepers and the blisfulness of the books on the rack… I dared not enter the bookshop as my two year old boy who was anyhow making me chase him around and about the airports would no doubt follow me in and…well the rest you can imagine ! But I do find bliss in my daughter (5yr old) who already has a huge collection of story books for herself :))


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