Jaisalmer

Jaisalmer, home to so many things: the Thar desert, the Jaisalmer fort, more camels per capita than any other city I have ever been to, my emotional breakdown...

Here's the thing: I had an entire post written about the challenges of Jaisalmer and of traveling around India in general and how I was handling it all...and I think I just needed to write that for myself. I erased it and feel like all that really needs to be said is that this was a good trip for me. Really. The whole thing.

Jaisalmer, with Jaisalmer fort in the background.

In the moment, so many things can challenge and upset you. But when you step back and get some distance, you realize that it's all great. You did it. You made it. It's okay.

I have to remind myself sometimes that I chose to come here. I could have said no, put my foot down and remained in Chicago, but I wanted an adventure. I needed an adventure. I needed to get away from my routines, my lists, my comfortable existence and shake things up. Get uncomfortable, get proactive, get scared, get shaken. And I did. Get shaken. Jaisalmer brought out all the things that make me most crazy about India (obnoxious men, feces and garbage in the street, general filth) and put it in front of my face, and my feet daily; and it was so difficult. It brought me to my knees. In the moment, I had a complete emotional breakdown at the rooftop restaurant of our hotel. In the moment I felt it was over a lack of coffee, frustrations with my travel companions, camel poop...but now that I have some space I realize I needed that breakdown in the worst way. I had been moving forward, keeping the pace, staying vigilant and I was tired. Exhausted in my bones. I needed to breakdown so I could rebuild, start over, and start enjoying.  

In the moment, this was not clear. In the moment, I was a hysterical, under-caffeinated westerner weeping as if the tears would never stop. But now...much later...it's all great. It's all going to be okay. This is my adventure, I wanted this. So it isn't *exactly* what I wanted it to be; it's exactly what I need. I wanted to get uncomfortable, India said "Okay, deal with this!" I wanted to get shaken, India responded with force. I wanted to get away from my routines and lists and India has thrown every diversion, lack of resource and challenge at me it can muster. And it's all going to be okay. Really, it will. Hear me, and  really listen, because I spent countless dollars and hours needing a therapist to assure me of this: it's all going to be okay. 

I have four more months here and I intend to make the most of them. Sure, I will still roll my eyes at the men and the car horns and get frustrated when my grocer does not have a single item that I need, but it's all going to be okay. I really needed some India in my life and boy, I have it. I got the message, loud and clear. No matter what, it's all going to be okay. And honestly, because I have gotten some space from it all, the big picture is so clear: I am having the time of my life.