Jet Lag

I settled into an antiseptic, oddly smelling airplane seat in Portland at 10:20 am and landed in Mumbai at 12:20am the next next morning. Having spent most of the 25 transit hours sleeping, aided by the generous gin and tonics, I was dazed and confused as I navigated immigration and baggage claim. Date of my arrival? 12^th of December, or was it the 13^th now? Date of departure? Three weeks from now, or was it two? Destinations within India – I couldn’t seem to remember the itinerary. I knew I had something exciting, something life changing ahead of me, I just couldn’t quite remember what.

True Colors

I have lost so many things because of this illness. I lost a job I could have loved, I lost a man I thought I could have loved forever, I lost part of my health, I lost some of my dreams, and I lost my innocence. I gained things, as well, but the last two years of my life will be remembered as years of loss and growth. I hate that those two often go together.