about 90 days.

11 Jul

when i was 18 i put a countdown up on my bedroom wall noting the days until i was free from the evil grasp of high school. because my brain is full of random shit, i distinctly remember that this countdown started at 87 days.

i guess that at that particular moment 87 seemed like a lot of freeking days to be stuck hating your life every moment – as you do at 18. (wait – or was that just me? awkward.)

but as time has a tendency to do, my countdown slowly wore out, i graduated and then moved away for a very long time to recover from 5 years of self-inflicted emotional distress. higher education, jobs and a wedding happened – and soon it was 3,650 days later and i was living in india.

as of today i’ve been in this crazy country of mud and spice 90 days. and just like i did after graduating high school, i’m feeling pretty proud that i’ve made it this far.

(cause lord knows i never thought this whole “india” thing out very carefully – step 1: get a job, step 2: get on a plane, step 3: [crickets])

i am so proud of reaching day 90, in fact, that today when someone called me ‘brave’ – which i normally kind of hate – i secretly thought to myself: “dude, i am kind of f*&king brave! yeah! [insert end of the ‘breakfast club’ fist pump here please]”

but, admittedly, even with this perfectly fantastical 90-day milestone, i’m still counting the days – just like at 18. i’m really not trying to wish this year away, but i can’t help but be a pinch forward thinking.

it’s 51 days until le husband comes to hang out and 240 days until i will be toasting on canadian soil to my oh-so-super-brave year-long achievement. it’s 241 days until ill be driving around in my car named veronica to see the babies who call me auntie al. and it’s 241.5 days until i’ll be drinking a chilled chardy with said baby mamas. perfection.

my guess is that, much like my ridiculous tenure and subsequent escape from high school, on day 246-ish we will all be laughing about this whole crazy thing together.

me: “hey, remember that time i moved to india?”

you: “yeah…that was weird.”

july 11th is also 1/3 of team goodtimes - the italiana's - birthday. happy birthday darling girl! xox

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16 Responses to “about 90 days.”

  1. Brenna July 11, 2011 at 9:11 pm #

    … and how many days until the cowboy bar?!

    • heyitsmeal July 11, 2011 at 9:32 pm #

      too many btown. too damn many. it must be weird that i’m so excited about leather chaps and cowboy hats. something must be wrong with me.

  2. ica July 11, 2011 at 9:14 pm #

    Can’t wait until the jumpsuits and le husband are at the airport picking you up!! And well me of course ;) Wow 240 days !! Grrrr… Hating india at this moment. 240 days how dare they.

    240 days = ica, jumpsuits, le large man husband, dog with top hat, and large large glasses of wine. CAN’T WAIT!!

    Love you lal !!

    • heyitsmeal July 11, 2011 at 9:33 pm #

      but the big question remains – what will my airport sign read? xoxox

      • A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) July 12, 2011 at 3:24 am #

        I know – WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??! or CANADA NEEDS YOUR HELP TOO – THANK THE FLIPPING GEESUS YOU ARE BACK or AUNTIE AL…I LOVE YOU XO sienna

  3. DaddyO July 11, 2011 at 9:41 pm #

    In the movies the “brave” always survive the “hell” they created or found themselves in. So you will endure Alli. It is truely a brave thing you are doing – just keep reminding yourself of the reasons for your brave journey to India. Remember, only 51 days and the big man will be by your side to cheer you on for the last 190 days of your amazing journey.

    Love
    DaddyO

  4. ica July 11, 2011 at 9:59 pm #

    Oh you will just have to wait the 240 days to find that out !! But I can tell you one thing. IT WILL BE AWESOME!!

  5. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) July 11, 2011 at 10:10 pm #

    Personally, I am in the NOT brave camp…doing what you want isn’t brave. The ‘Al in India ‘ story is adverturous, bold, daring and crazy but last time I checked, bravery comes from NEEDING to defend yourself, something or someone and in doing so risk fear and danger. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a full glass of fear being in India and possibly some (albeit calculated) risk and a dose of danger every once in a while but my brave hearts fight battles with big consequences…bigger than grapes, curry, spice and sarees in India. New descriptor for Al in India….

    PLUCKY (look it up) – My Al is plucky and I l*o*v*e her that way. xo

  6. Hannah July 11, 2011 at 10:53 pm #

    Bold.

    adventurous, audacious, chin-up, chivalrous, confident, courageous, daring, dashing, dauntless, defiant, doughty, fearless, firm, foolhardy, forward, gallant, game, gritty, gutsy, hardy, heroic, herolike, imprudent, indomitable, intrepid, lionhearted, militant, nervy, plucky, reckless, resolute, spirited, spunky, stalwart, stout, stouthearted, strong, unabashed, unafraid, unblenching, undauntable, undaunted, undismayed, unfearful, valiant, valorous, venturesome

    • A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) July 12, 2011 at 3:33 am #

      i need to meet hannah. she my kinda wordie.

  7. Jennifer July 12, 2011 at 12:11 am #

    sounds good except for the Veronica part…..last time I saw your baby sis, she and veronica were zooming around looking pretty comfy with each other. Just sayin’

  8. ica July 12, 2011 at 7:25 am #

    Veronica is MINE!! Bahah

    • heyitsmeal July 12, 2011 at 12:38 pm #

      you keep her, you pay for her. we win!

  9. ica July 12, 2011 at 7:22 pm #

    boooo!! No payment involved.

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