Three days. Just 3!! THREE DAYS till my daughter leaves for an internship in India and I’m absolutely freaking out. I feel confident she’s in good hands and good company but that in no way alleviates my worry and anxiety. 

I’ve known this has been coming for months, but denial has been on my side, helping to quell my fears. Today I acknowledge that, and recognize I can no longer be in denial. She’s my baby and I want to see her go out into the world and do great things but did she have to start with INDIA?!! 🇮🇳 

Good golly, holy Molly!! 

I mean this girl still eats chicken fingers and french fries every other meal. I think she’s in for the mother of culture shocks. 

As far as preparing goes, it feels like we’re in OK shape. 

Nope. That’s not true. I want it to be true but that’s denial talking again. We’ve gone shopping but she hasn’t even packed yet. I don’t know if she needs cash (in a different form of currency) or if a debit card will be ok. What about her phone? What about electronics? Does she need different plugs? Ugh!!!’ 😩 

I’ve only been overseas once in my life, but that was like a million years ago. Another lifetime, truly. And I only went to the UK. She’s going twice as far as that. The world is a different place now too. It’s terrifying that there’s so much unrest and bad things can happen to good people. I haven’t let myself google much because when you go looking for bad things, you can find them, 

She had another Zoom meeting last night at 11:30 PM with the team in India that she’s working with. All communications with them are on their time. Makes sense. And she’s been on top of everything that’s required — rush passport, student visa application, filling out endless forms and going through all the motions for medical clearance. She’s a rockstar like that. I haven’t had to help with anything except be the support person, cheering her on. 

Until now. 

She needed help shopping for appropriate clothing and totally needs my help packing. She hasn’t even asked for the suitcases yet. Did I mention she leaves in THREE days??!! 

I guess it’s good she doesn’t have a job yet and can focus on this. I just need to remember to breath deep and practice some reassuring mantra. 🕉️ 

It’s going to be ok. Everything will be ok. She’ll be ok. Please, Universe, please help me. 🙏 

Please please please. 

Ok…. Now I’m sobbing. Sobbing on my fucking treadmill. I just can’t. 

I need to pull it together. Breathe. 

I think that’s gonna be it today. 

Peace to you and yours. Thanks for reading. 
~Miss SugarCookie 

PS. That pic, of the flight path. That was some extra work to get. The whole thing doesn’t even fit on a screen without some special magic because it won’t let you zoom out enough to see it. And look at that path! I mean, c’mon people. That’s freaking far away. Like 8000+ miles. Also, it’s not direct. It’s three flights. More than 24 hours of travel. Bonkers!!