Anticipation

Well...here I am. No, no, no, I'm not in India but I for some reason I couldn't resist the thought to try this blog shin-dig out. A diary online so to say...so EVERYONE can read, weird I guess. Being somewhat of a journalism major, I am pretty behind the times in getting this crap together, because apparently everyone who is anyone in 'journalism' is bloggin' away.

The title of this blog is called anticipation. So I guess I should talk about that?
India. India. India. I recently watched a movie and heard this lovely acronym: I'll Never Do It Again. Well, that makes me feel A LOT better. I'm assuming my experience will be much better than that. So I chose India for a few reasons. I'll name them for those of you bored enough to read this (God Bless Ya).

1. I'm part Indian, half to be exact (one must travel to the homeland). I can finally be 'wit mah peeps.'
2. I've 'been there done that' with Europe. I want a different experience, one that pushes me (and I know it will) to the limits. Not to be cliché but sorta like that book Eat Pray Love, to find myself and whatnot. Maybe I shouldn't be relating it to that quite yet as I'm only on pg 134 in the book and haven't even seen the movie...
3. The program I'm studying through is called MSID and allows me to focus on public health (my-major-of-the-day, that's a whole other story. For all I know I'll be some mattress saleswoman in the heart of Utah. Gross).
4. I get an internship in public health! I guess that goes along with #3
5. The cost was quite agreeable for this program. Not much more than a semester at the good ole' University of Minnesota.
6. And finally, a trip to India just seems so crazy hippieish. And I'm such a wanna be outdoorsy person, so in some twisted way in the back of my mind I think this will somehow fulfill these desires so I can be a full-fledged tree-huggin', world-savin, enlightened being. Well see when I get back eh?

I leave for the homeland Jan. 16th! Woo partay! I'm actually pretty nervous to be completely honest. Let's hope my nose quickly gets used to the smell of curry and dust. Does dust even have a smell? But right next to my nervousness I've got some excitement. So let's just called the feeling giddy-nervousness. That sounds about right. Yes what I'm about to say may sound a little cheesy, but you all know me and my weirdness so I guess I don't care what ya think! Take that! Just kidding, I do care very much but I'll just get to saying the cheesy thing. The feeling of not knowing what's to come, how this whole trip will change me and my views as a person is just... incredibly enticing to me. I love venturing into the unknown. And as scary as it is I can't help but love it. I think it all makes me feel more independent and self-sufficing. Or maybe that's what I'm seeking to get out of this trip. But to be totally honest...I can say those "Top 6 Reasons I'm Going To India," like some grade school report and it means nothing. In reality I have not a frickin clue why I'm going...and I'm OK with that. All I know is I'm going and it's going to be life-changing.

I guess that should probably be all for now. I don't want to bore people too much with all this stuff. Not to toot my own horn but I think this blog should be pretty interesting so I hope at least some people will read this shenanigans. So here goes nothing! A toast to my first blog, cheers! or should I say blogs?