I've been wanting to move to the mountains since I was 12. The first time I saw the Himalayas, I knew. I was in love. Like Meerabai and Krishna.

For over 13 years, I've imagined living a life independent from society, in the Himalayas. In less than a month, I plan on making this dream happen. Drive from Goa to the mountains with my partner.

I feel like I've worked towards this all my life, but more so in the last two months. It's been all about Project-Wind-Up-Goa Repeat. Don't know when I last slept properly, don't care about eating as much anymore.

This moh Maya of chasing the Himalayas is so intense, that I honestly feel like I'm going to die before I reach the mountains. Like it's an unrealistic goal. Like I won't survive it.
But if I do, I'll update this thread in a month and let you know how it went.

I cannot explain what a blessing it is to share your life with someone whose goals are aligned with yours. If I don't make it, he will carry on this dream we have been seeing together. Nothing in vain.