summer freedom

In forty eight hours, I will be free. I will have tearily wished all my students goodbye, finished packing and moving my things into my new classroom, turned in my key and told my colleagues to have a great summer. It's hard to stay present with such a big ending looming in the near future. And beyond that, in less than two weeks, the shining cities of Boston and New York await. Beyond them, the unthinkable India. I have high expectations. I don't expect to become enlightened by my summer endeavors. I know by now that that is not a geographical but a quiet, internal pursuit. I don't expect to be entertained or for this to be an easy, totally relaxing trip. I will be alone, in a foreign country whose language I do not speak. I will be clueless and obviously a tourist. I have a sense that I will be more at home than I've ever been.