I saw the Taj Mahal.
Me, Zolligirl, saw the Taj frickin’ Mahal. How weird is that? It’s especially crazy if you know that I could have lived my entire life in Tennessee and not considered it a loss at all. Tennessee is the bomb as the young folks say. But seriously, traveling is not in my genetic makeup. So how did I get to India? The same way most people do. I left home, went to school in Murfreesboro, did really poorly, followed my parents to Georgia, met a boy, got married, went to church, made friends with Mantamy who believes in stuff like Jesus and traveling, got convinced I should go to India, went, came home, got convinced AGAIN, and voila – the Taj Mahal!
And you know what? It was really cool.
It’s funny how you change as you get older. I heard a pastor on Sunday speak about marrying a girl from Texas and how up until then, he’d had no use for Mexican food. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, good ole country food was all he needed. The first time he tried nachos he didn’t like them. But now, after many years of marriage and Mexican food, he LOVES nachos. Like craves-them-every-single-night loves them. His point was that when you fall in love with someone, your perspective changes. You see things from their point of view, you delight in what delights them. Obviously, I love Mantamy.
Because I met her, my perspective on travel has changed. And by “met her”, I totally mean “flew first class”.
My growth as a person must be beautiful to behold. Enjoy.