Saturday, July 25, 2009

Coming Home

I don't know who said a person "can never go home again", but I am about to find out the truth of this claim.

I had been gearing up to go to India. I longed to see the Red Fort, and ride camels through the desert of Rajasthan. I was excited by the idea of exploring abandoned cities, temples dedicate to monkeys, rats and sex. The curries called to me across the Pacific. I practiced eating Indian style. Slowly, I steeled my mind to find a place where I could ride any train in the Subcontinent, without losing my mind, nor my luggage.
I made plans to get an India Rail Pass. I wrote out places to see and calculated travel times and days touring the sites.

Originally I planned to meet many beautiful India ladies but then I taught ESL in China and meet the beautiful Fanbin
we made plans to marry. I moved back to the states to earn better money and start a business. The business fell through, and for a time I was crushed.

Then last year, just before summer my step-mother went into coma. She has been sick for many years, but this was something new. The doctors were not sure if it was diabetic coma, or a dehydration induced coma due to the flu she had at the time. She came out of it after a week or so. But it really seemed to shake my father.



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