Bought my ticket

Well, I guess the first step of any journey is figuring out how you're going to get there. Step 1= Check. Bought my one-way ticket. I now know that I will be leaving from Colombus, Ohio flying to Goa, India on September 30th.

So, in a sense, the journey begins here!I also received an amazing new suitcase which I believe will solve all of my problems being that it's both a backpack and a roller and it holds a ton of stuff. I will now test my non-existent web skills and see if I can link to said suitcase...

[hold on it's taking a second...and yes! there is a simple button! Thank god I tried to edit the html first, I wouldn't want to take the easy way out of anything]

Oh my god, I am sooo fancy now I can hardly stand myself. Yes, I am now consider myself part of the technorati (though not technically, ha!). Ok, I'll stop bragging, lest I accidentally turn into Steve Dixon (god forbid). I'm a total dork, which should become clear to everyone soon enough.

Meanwhile back to the subject at hand, the suitcase, Dan (Rosenstark) would disagree about this suitcase being the bomb.  Dan would argue that now that I'm out of college I no longer need to be a backpacker. Too true. However, imaginary Dan, the last yoga journey I did required me to arrive on an island in Thailand via a long-tail boat. I then had to hoist myself out of said boat into waist deep water carrying my backpack above my head, make to the beach, and then hike 30 mins up a cliff along the ocean to get to my bungalow. No way a roller-pack would have sufficed. I'm not the kind of gal who packs a reasonable amount of stuff which I could lift with one hand while hiking.

Also, theoretical Dan, remember the time we were in London and we took the tube from heathrow and all the stairs we had to climb between train tracks? Uh-huh, there I was carrying my possessions in an ergonomic fashion while you struggled up the stairs holding your suitcase by the handle. Yeah, just admit it, I won. That's right, I was the winner until all my stuff was stolen from our rental car in Valencia. But then, that's a longer story...

The point is, if anyone is reading, if anyone is out there. In my mind the journey has begun!
Ticket=check
Killer hybrid rolling suitcase/backpack=check

Now all I need is a 6-month tourist visa for India, to pay for my yoga program and I need to pack (rocketscience)!

Thanks for reading this blather. I promise to get to the more important points about this spiritual journey next time. But we had to start somewhere!