REALITY CHECK ON 60 days

"I am 60 days old in America today.
And today I am horribly horribly homesick, Delhisick, sick of the fact that I have to hold on to something for 12 hours before any of my people are awake enough for me to be able to talk to them.
This post will go in the bin tomorrow, just as I will be perfectly alright tomorrow. I just needed someone to yell at right now, and my blog was the only thing alive and responding."

So that's where the last post, written yesterday, ended.
It's a different story today. What has changed in the last 24 hours?
First of all, the last 24 hours brought the same awareness that I have every morning while walking to campus...that life is at this moment EXACTLY how I had hoped it would be. I get to stretch my mind a little more, I get to have yet another meaningful conversation, I read a work that I had no clue about, I eat something new, I write or develop a story I hadn't before, I meet someone new, and I learn something all the time.

But more than this daily awareness what actually acted as a reality check was the nightmare I had last night. When I woke from it this morning it took me a while to register my surroundings and get back to normalcy. What did I see?

I saw that it was the morning of Aug 9, 2006 and that I had overslept. My flight was barely 20 minutes away and I was still packing. Eventually I missed my flight. And by some strange fluke there was nothing available for the next several months. What if something similar had actually happened? Maybe not missing the flight but say something else? How would I have reacted then? Bitterly. I would have been very harsh on myself, after all studying creative writing is something I had breathed, dreamt of and lived through for the last two years of my life. I have wanted to do this more than anything else in my life. Now that I have got a part of it, I can afford the luxury of homesickness. But if I had not been able to make this happen, the same home would have tired me, the same friends and family I am missing today would have had to bear the brunt of an embittered angry Sayantani.
Therefore, whatever happens happens for the best.

Thank you all for your comments. I appreciated them very much. I have still to tell everyone all that I did last Saturday. That will be something to write about. A couple of new adventures that I am incredibly proud of.

Until then...Tata!