Buddhistdoor Global | 2019-03-19 |
I was so young. Impossibly young when I think about it now. And yet I was convinced that I had already lived lifetimes.
I was in my early 20s and had spent nearly a year wandering around Nepal. I was on my way home (my visa had long since expired, so I had no choice), but decided to make one last stop before my feet were torn from South Asian soil. With romantic idealism, I boarded a bus bound for Dharamsala and drove through the mountains all night long.