Maybe it’s time to get travel insurance. Pitch black washrooms = accident potential = body parts plunged into icy cold toilets = ewwww.
The North American lifestyle that was supposed to make me happy made me miserable. My joy and vitality were sapped. It was time to let go of fear, and pursue a life of no regrets.
In June 2010, I sold all my earthly possessions and bought a one way ticket to India.
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