I’m not going to jinx myself just yet *but* we are definitely close to heading to Nepal in the next few weeks/months.
Just last night I was thinking about the one thing in my life that I want to do more than anything else.
It’s to go to Nepal.
For the past two and a half years I’ve dreamt about the day I will land amongst the chaos of Kathmandu.
I want to smell the dirty air, get lost in the maze of city streets and see those beautiful temples that everyone tells me about.
I want to see the mountains that all my Nepalese friends live underneath.
I want to see Phewa Lake, set amongst the Annapurna Range in the beautiful city of Pokhara.
I want to find out about the life of my other half. His history which has made him the way he is.
I want to see where by baby grew up, his village, his schools, the cafes where he’d used to gather with friends and drink tea.
I want to meet his family, read books to his niece and nephew and cook daal bhat with his aama.
But most of all I just want to be there.
Simply live amongst it.
To stand breathing in the place I’ve been so attached to, but yet so far removed, for so long.
It’s like the other half of my life, my missing life, and I can almost touch it.