It's the night before my departure and I'm having problems getting settled. It's midnight and I'm still up and alert. I was able to finish my work at the office and get Tyler to his father. I will miss him. I've already prepared his room for his return, with fresh sheets and neatly made bed. On my way back home, I thought about the church I went to on Sunday and decided to go by to see if anyone was there. It was 10pm and I could hear the congregation responding to the preacher from up the street. I sat in the back and listened to what sounded like the tail end of a prosperity sermon. I gave an offering and left. It just felt good to sit in a church. As I walked back to the car, I looked at the shot-gun houses that lined the narrow street. I looked at homes that we consider to be poor: tin roofs, houses set on concrete blocks, run-down wood siding. It's a clear night tonight and you can see the stars so clearly. I realize tonight that I am blessed, blessed more than I realize at this point in time. I'm sitting in my king-sized bed with my laptop, typical for any given night. I know there is nothing wrong with having this life. But I've allowed myself to become ignorant of a larger reality. My reality is the exception and not the rule compared to the rest of the world. And tomorrow, I will begin a journey to see just how different my reality is. I will immerse myself in the Indian culture. I'm thankful for the experience and will begin journaling my experiences by pen....See you in 12 days.