Today I leave for India and Nepal, and my heart is in my throat. My body feels like a roiling storm of adrenaline and stress hormones, and no matter how much I try to quiet it down, it refuses to be still. My pulse is racing, and I cannot help but count down the hours until I can board my plane from Narita.
If you were watching me closely, you might see how my knee is jiggling and how my fingers are trembling. I catch myself smiling and though I try to compose my expression, my mouth refuses to stay in a neutral straight line. It’s been like this for several weeks. I’ve been stealing glances at the calendar, willing the days to pass more quickly. To look at me, you would think this is my first trip abroad, my first time on a plane, my first time using my passport. You’d think it was a whole host of “firsts” for me. (Or maybe you’d just think I’m a little bit hyperactive, and maybe you’d be right.)