First Foreign Feet

Not till today have I ever stepped out from frontiers of "Know". Today is a trip to know the "Unknown", unknown places, unknown country. And this is about my "First Foreign Feet". 

I am flying to the United States of America to join my sister on her big career day - her Graduation. Opportunity picked up big and a travel around U.S.A is all set. Dallas to Laredo of Texas, San Francisco, Lake Tahoe, Las Vegas, New York.A sweep across the country in just 3 weeks. If that sounds exciting then I must mention that these are the most happening and chilling weeks of year in entire country. Now how does that feel??? Madness!!! 

I have always heard people talking about passion for travelling. New places, new people, new cultures is all that drives excitement is what I thought until this day. But I had to cleanup my head. An open mind for much more to experience and many more memories to treasure. Thanks to those two guys Mighty mighty sister and mighty mighty brother-in-law. I never had to worry about any thing pre nor post travel plans. I almost felt like a fairy with a magic wand and all I had to do is magic! 

Not everyday you wake-up to see yourself as a fairy. So I have decided to make most of it. My travel mantra was "No wasting time on vacation." and my travel song was..

Let it go, let it go! 

Can't hold it back anymore.

Let it go, let it go!  

Turn away and slam the door.
I don't care what they're going to say.
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me away.

(My nieces song that kept ringing in my head every time)

15th Dec 2015, the day where packing never ended. Flight to catch in next 4 hours and I still struggle hard with baggage. weighed a 100 times, unwrapped a dozen times more. Couldn't figure out what to leave behind. Every single thing in the bags looked at me with a long face. everyone made their own excuses to stay tight within. Had to be rude to a few. Anyways, let it go, let it goo!! and I go on time, checked-in. Ripples of caution on my eardrum. Mom and Dad, I already see that they would miss me for next few weeks. Feelings were mutual. 

Phir bhi, let it go, let it gooo! and I go. Much early I crossed the security check, walking around looking back and forth at the boarding status. Can't hold it back anymore to go international. Announcement, " Boarding will start momentarily, kindly line-up". While I walk forward I felt so lite and easy. Suddenly I realized, my jacket is missing. Oh my crazy god!! All the way back to places I hopped around. No glimpse. Final call for boarding is about it ring I see it. Lying in agony at the security check gate like a lost child lost in a rabble. Before we shouted out in excitement of finding each other it was all very late. Run, run and run as to miss this now is more than disappointment. A likely feel of an athlete running in a marathon to win trophy. Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I won the race with my lost jac, back and safe with me. Almost in the last but whatever, point was to board. 

Such a sign of relief while I got my seat. Probably won't have been this exciting if I've not participated in race. Happiness, as I won my trophy of adventurous joy. All set while seat belts are fastened. Excitement, nervousness and the engines are set to full throttle. Banging on the road; kicking up the fore wheels; big bird took me off into the sky of new experiences.

And the journey beings!! 

A chance to fly