Going to India

13 Dec

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Upon reading this you can be forgiven for suspecting that I’m a complete basket case, but I’m going to let you in on a little idiosyncrasy of mine.

Anyone that has known me for a long time will know that I have these little ‘episodes’ whereby the noise in my head becomes so great, and tsunami like, that the only obvious solution to me is to go to India.

Of course.

More than once I have been caught in the act of actually packing a suitcase, sometimes in tears, and when questioned about what I’m up to whilst frantically tossing clothes into a bag, my response is –

I’m going to India.

I have no idea why India seems like a solution, perhaps it’s my spiritual home because my grandparents were born there, or perhaps it’s because the noise there would surely drown out the noise in my head?

My head is loud, but India is a cacophony unto itself.

Over the years this urge has come at various different times of my life but it’s usually when I wonder what the hell it’s all about.

I mean, what is it really about?

Do you ever wonder, or am I just weird? I’m ok with being weird, I’ve suspected as much for a time.

Sometimes I get that feeling that I’m just a mouse on a wheel, running my little heart out, but I’m not actually going anywhere.

Nowhere is relative, I guess, but does the mouse think it’s going somewhere when its running its little heart out but the view stays the same?

God, this is not a philosophical blog. Sorry about the weird mouse spiel.

A therapeutic sojourn is not even what is used to be for me anyway. Running away with entourage is not quite as romantic.

What was once a backpack with a couple of pair of knickers, a book and a toothbrush (confession : I never really travelled as light as that. Too vain. I may be a backpacker, but I will not be a smelly, un-stylish backpacker) is now one extremely large suitcase shared between myself and two children who find it physically impossible to wear the same outfit two days in a row due to unruly eating habits.

And that’s just me.

Half the damned suitcase is taken up with disposable nappies and a disassembled MiniMicro scooter AND HELMET, so if you really count the bag space once Ratty and baby Doll are stuffed in there it’s 5/8 of two tenths of stuff all.

Then there’s a travel cot, a pram the size of Texas and of course I’d need a quote for travel insurance, in case I lose one of them.

The accoutrement, I’m referring to, not the children.

These days even my getaway plan is flawed.

The thing is I’m doing more, and achieving more and ticking off goals left right and centre, and yet I still feel as though I’m not doing enough.

I guess sometimes we need to kick back and truly ask ourselves

what is enough?

Perhaps because it’s been a mega couple of months, professionally and personally, and because the end of the year is nigh I’m getting a tad reflective. There’s nothing wrong with taking stock, in fact, it’s good to reassess and look at stuff from time to time so you can see where you’re headed.

It’s also important to see where you’ve been.

To see how far you’ve come.

No matter who you are, or what you’re doing, the only thing that you can bank on is things will always be changing. Anything less is stagnant.

I don’t have a point.

I could say I’m going to vow to take it easier, or be kinder to myself in the New Year, but it’s hollow. I won’t.

But I will endeavour to remember to look at how far I’ve come and remember to say –

Dude, you’re anything but stagnant.

Do you have a runaway fantasy when all gets too much?

Where would you go if you could?

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13 Responses to “Going to India”

  1. Lydia C. Lee December 13, 2013 at 8:40 am #

    Just wanted to pick up on your weird comment – I read the other day that weird is just a side effect of Awesome. So in my book, it probably means you’re doing something right.

  2. Ai Sakura December 13, 2013 at 10:16 am #

    My runaway country is Japan. In fact, I’m been thinking of some months off and bring my daughter back before she starts formal schooling. Let’s see if it happens haha

    Ai @ Sakura Haruka

  3. shecando December 13, 2013 at 11:04 am #

    I often have to remind myself to stop and think this too. ‘What really is enough, and be happy and proud of where you’ve come so far’. On the other hand, my first point of call when looking for an escape is to a deserted beach. Bliss

  4. Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me December 13, 2013 at 2:31 pm #

    You know I just feel like running away most Fridays! Today I did it with the kids and we went to the beach, they played amazingly nicely and we might just do it more often. We are way too hard on ourselves, I think working and bringing up kids is an achievement in itself! I have so much more I’d like to do – but unless I turn into a super freak, it ain’t happening til the kids are all at school. Love your work x

  5. Renee December 13, 2013 at 2:52 pm #

    I love that ‘Dude, you’re anything but stagnant’. I need to tell myself that more often. My runaway place would be somewhere with a beach and cocktails and no children!

  6. Emma Fahy Davis December 13, 2013 at 8:35 pm #

    Not weird at all, at least I hope not as I do the same thing altho in my case I’m heading to Russia. I think Lydia says it best anyway – weird = awesome…

  7. Zanni Louise December 14, 2013 at 2:51 pm #

    No, not weird. In my mind I am heading off to some remote island, children in tow, living an interesting life. Actually I am living small adventures daily in the confines of my suburban home, but you still need fantasies to get you through. Are you really going to India? I loved India when I was 20, but not in a hurry to return, especially with small children.

    • Keeping Up With The Holsbys December 14, 2013 at 3:29 pm #

      I loved India. I would take them in a few years. Maybe not yet though. It’s a bit hectic!

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  8. Kate December 15, 2013 at 12:38 pm #

    The runaway dream used to be dog, me and combi driving across continents and seeing the world. Then dog, me, him and combi.
    Sadly we are now dogless and that kind of travel with small children takes some of the fun out of the dream.
    Hence my love of cabin porn. A cabin would work with little kids.

  9. San December 15, 2013 at 8:45 pm #

    Hey Girlfriend,
    Had to respond to your “what IS it all about/what have I really done/am I a real nowhere girl?” comment, Firstly, CONGRATULATIONS on recognizing the first part of your dream, with the successful release of your wonderful book. May I just relate this personal :o) tale of my experience when, having taken a couple of years break from my “vocation???” (hell yeah… that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it !!!) as a singer, I was SOOO excited to be making my first appearance at the venue where I’d started my career some 30 years prior. Feeling pretty pumped and all, I related this comment to a small but appreciative audience and some smart a#*!* yelled back “and look how far you’ve come!!!!” YOU hunny are all about action NOT just words. STAGNANT? NO WAY, a WIP, most definitely, and ain’t that the purpose at the end of the day? If we actually “get there” where is there left to go? Don’t tell me… India right ? :o)

  10. Sonia Life Love Hiccups December 16, 2013 at 9:34 pm #

    o hell yeah… I have multiple runaway places – Bali, Byron, Siberia …. no not really Siberia, just somewhere quiet where no one wants anything from me for a little while, except me to lay on a massage table for a day or 3. xx

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