​Bus rides and broken hearts.

​If there’s anywhere in the world that tests your will, your patience and your ability to soldier on, it’s India.

It’s the long journeys, sitting with my thoughts where it all comes crashing down. India is confronting. Not having a plan is terrifying. But the time left to ponder, reflect and re-think is the hardest part.

I’m here. I’m living out a dream but it doesn’t look like what I had in my head. Moments do. But something in me needs to connect to a source of strength, optimism and perseverance and toughen up. Bus rides and broken hearts can’t be the title to this trip. And I guess I’m looking outward to fill me inward. I just want a jump start.
Bus rides and broken hearts. I just need to stop.

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