As the holiday season is coming to a close, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I’ll be on the other side of the world two weeks from now. I remember last year, when I had found out I had been accepted into the SRS program, one of the most difficult things had been that I would have to wait a whole year before actually getting on the plane. And again this semester, learning about and seeing photographs of this sites we were to visit, there was a sense of anticipation and awe that I felt. But this week, as I’ve was explaining to countless relatives (“so your mom tells me you’re going to India!“), it really doesn’t feel like I’ll be standing at the foot of Elephanta in 13 days.

I’m not quite sure what to expect, or even how to feel. I guess it might take physically getting on a plane for me to finally believe that I’m actually going. Until then I’m enjoying the excitement of preparing for the trip, getting suitcases and outlet converters as Christmas gifts and almost passing out during my hepatitis shots. And as I’m reflecting back on it now, I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity. I am so lucky to be able to have this unreal experience to travel and learn, and I truly cannot wait.