A thousand times over.

I can’t believe I am finally in India.

A lot of people have been asking me if it’s anything like I expected it to be. Honestly, it’s about 100 x’s crazier and a 100 x’s smellier, ha ha.

Let’s begin with how muggy it feels here. There is literally no escape from the heat: it wraps you up when you are trying to sleep, it fills your lung when ever you try to take a deep breath, it drips down your neck the second you step outside. It’s everywhere. Even as I sit on this plastic lawn chair bathing in the air conditioning, I still feel sweaty and sticky.

I sometimes feel homesick, I sometimes don’t. This is the longest I will ever spend time away from home. Although I was living in Salt Lake City and would sparsely visit my home, it was still a 45 minute drive away. Now, while being in India, it’s a good 2,500 mile airplane ride home.

And as many of you can probably imagine I do miss Devin. It’s the worst when I talk about him because it helps me remember exactly how awesome he has been to me through all of this. I get to talk to him maybe once or twice a week on the phone and I won’t be able to Skype with him. It can suck to think like that sometimes, but I need to remember that I am choosing to be here.

I wish I could keep updating you guys but I have other work I need to do! But I promise a lengthy, in depth report on what exactly I’m doing here.

23
May

1/96

Holy crap.

What did I just sign myself up for?

Here I sit at the SLC airport waiting to board my flight to Newark which takes me to Amsterdam, which takes me to Bombay, which takes me to Hyderabad.

24 hour flight, anyone?

Can I just remind you, dearest reader, that this is the first time I’ve flown anywhere alone AND the first time I’ve traveled international, all rolled into one, toasty 10 am flight. And so far, everything is running smoothly. I said goodbye to (most) of my family yesterday. Got to catch up with Alix over Sonic shakes. And Devin was able to drop me off this morning at the airport. So the difficult is over and I am ready to get this India trip rolling!

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teachingliteracy:

fuckyeahbookarts:

Mary Shelley’s ’Frankenstein’ - Bookbinding by Dimitri

“I wanted the binding to convey the essence of the story, that its mere view could tell you what’s inside, to be intrigued by it. And what would be more iconic for the specific book than to be bound from leather scraps stitched together? I searched at the drawer where I keep leftovers of the leathers I use and took up random pieces. I wasn’t picky, I even chose some with minor stains, and most of the pieces vary in their texture, from smooth to porous to buffed ones. I wanted something a bit “messy” and just a hint gross.

Last but not least, I wanted something really special for the endpapers, so I found some anatomy notes from 1830 and Voila!”