25/12/2025
✨Privilege✨
Arrived in Goa without my checked-in bag. Long story.
Short version: phew for clean un**es, and a spare top in my hand luggage.
What followed was a 36-hour emotional rollercoaster I did not sign up for:
✨ Zen acceptance — “it’s only stuff”
✨ Calm optimism — “yes madam, your bag has arrived in Goa”
✨ Immediate paranoia — “who is this man with my personal ID details and why has he sent his ‘brother’?”
✨ Full existential meltdown — “the airport is ONE HOUR away, why has it been EIGHT?”
✨ Ecstatic reunion — bag recovered, haloed in light, hug from ‘brother’
In between: magical Goa moments, chance meetings with beautiful humans and four-legged souls, and the most delish dosa of my life for Christmas lunch.
Feeling deeply grateful for the kindness of strangers, the honesty of humans, and yet another unsolicited lesson in patience (a work in progress).
Psychotherapy training: officially paused but very much ongoing.
Merry Christmas, you beautiful chaos 🎄
