I concluded my Indian narrative by boarding a plane. It seems reasonable enough unless you read the three sentence cliffhanger paragraph toward the end, which you can find by clicking *here*. I wrote:
“…I sat near a very interesting person on the plane. I think my life is the better for it. But that is a story for a different time and place (and this isn’t the place).”
There is a good song by Death Cab for Cutie (okay, they have a lot of good songs) called Brothers on a Hotel Bed. One of the lines describes the state of their relationship as “both a beginning and an end”. Whilst the context of the song isn’t relevant to my life in general, the line describes how I am using my handy cliff-hanger paragraph above.
So let me re-use it.
On the plane from Delhi to New York, I sat near a very interesting person. I think my life is the better for it. But the story hasn’t been written yet. My pen is hovering over a blank page… So it is, that the plane to New York was both a beginning and an end. An end to an amazing period of my life in Asia and a beginning to something else. Something that may start (or not) in Mexico City.
Perhaps it will start and end there. A brief visit into the life of another. But with me as with life in general, you never know what will happen next.
This interesting person I will henceforth refer to as M.I.P. These are not his initials, but a corny joke about his name. Sorry, you don’t get to hear it. I know, I’m cruel. But he needs to be called something anonymous… so M.I.P. it is.
Because I have been in a referencing mood… do you remember that line from Good Will Hunting? “I gotta see about a girl.” Good film.
In five days I will be in Mexico City. I gotta see about a boy.
With all of that said… this is a travel blog. So the next few posts under the label “Mexico” are not about my friend, M.I.P. They are not about my future doing whatever I may end up doing (I’m currently in a quarter-life crisis without a plan). They are about a trip to Mexico City and all the adventures to be had there.