I miss being on vacation. Being able to drive wherever I wanted gave me such freedom and joy. The clean mountain air was so good for my lungs. The more I study yoga, the more I love being alone. I enjoyed those silent moments that I had getting my coffee in the morning while the women were decorating the temples and idols on the corners.
I miss having traffic with no horns. I miss being able to what I want to do when I want to do it. There was so much freedom in Nepal. I am reminded of my trips to Amsterdam not talking to anyone for several days at a time. Those moments are bliss. Those moments are beautiful.
I miss not having to rush to this place or that place. I miss not having a timetable at all. I miss my morning yoga sessions when the birds are chirping and the sun is just starting to rise. I miss silence.
I miss waking up in the morning and looking at a map and choosing a random direction to go explore. I miss all of the food and the mint lemonade. I miss not having any responsibility except to be vigilant for my own self and actions. I miss Nepal.