But moving there and living alone, I suddenly developed a fear I had never experienced before: GETTING SICK.
I became so paranoid of being ill and no one knowing or taking care of me, I started freaking out over every single bug bite I had simply out of fear that I would die in my house of malaria and no one would ever know. Crazy, I know.
When you think of growing up in a place where something like malaria didn't exist or other illnesses, the fear was somewhat legitimate. (Especially when you didn't know what symptoms to look for).
I will admit and share with you one of the crazy things I did during my first year of living in India:
I photographed and documented every single bug bite I got, in case it needed to be identified. During that first year, my skin reacted in ways to mosquito bites and other insects unlike anything I had ever experienced. But yes - I was so freaked out, I documented all my bug bites. I will spare you the many images I saved, but this was part of my crazy life I documented for the first year.