Will it ever be the same again?

"All around me
I keep moving, everybody changes
If I’ll have to leave tonight
Will it ever be the same again?"


After nearly a decade of "going to India", well, I finally am. Except, tomorrow is apparently the end of the world so who knows.

Fingers crossed it's not and I have a story or few to tell.

Anyway as I sit and write, I understand that I am about to embark upon a significant trip. I am going to the destination my mother was born, raised and left. My sister and brother too.

I am going to place I have heard so many stories about.

I am going to the place where my whole family has gone to and I haven't.

I am going to the place that holds onto a history I am just learning about.

I am going to a place where I hope I can lose and gain myself.

I've been warned not to have to many expectations, but I can't help it. For so long i've been a mystery to myself that I am hoping to understand not only my family but myself better.

Going to India is about recognizing the lost pieces and trying to understand, accept and move on from.

India is about finding peace amongst the chaos of my mind. Here's hoping right.

Well I best sign off and i'd like to leave you with a song I have just discovered. It's by an Aussie band called Gypsy and the Cat and the song is called Bloom.

I feel it fits a bit.

Till next time-Ax