How difficult can that be?
Logistically everything is in place…I guess everything is in absolute control…..but the thought of shifting homes hasn’t sunk in yet.
At home everything is in place right from the wet towels, used mugs, diaries under the pillow, bits of paper….every little thing…..to noting the time at which the sunlight hits the balcony and which direction the wind blows in and where the rain falls…..
On the face of it …it all looks simple but it is actually hitting me now … that whatever state of mind I come back in, from wherever I come …I wont be coming or rather running back to those same comforting walls I call “Home” today….
The thought of shifting is more than just discomforting…..
What makes this space special?
It’s like these walls are privy to a zillion emotions I have been through over these years and it is difficult to let go.
Not that there is much I can do about it except just remind myself that I have a new space now out of which I have to build a new home.
So I am pretty excited about shifting et al. just that I am really going to miss this home very much.
Actually, I am supposed to be doing some packing now but …..just lazy….at this rate I don’t think I’ll hit the sack before midnight….
I DON’T WANT TO GO L
Hey,
Chanced upon your blog, and then got hooked. Interesting collection of thoughts, I must say. The best thing, perhaps, is that it’s not written for ‘an audience’, if you see what I mean. It’s more like a personal diary- your musings, your thoughts- uninhibited and straight. Good stuff!
One entry that I really could not resist myself commenting upon is the one on immaturity [or was it maturity
]. Through my life (and its part-comical twists-in-the-tale) I have come to the conclusion that, at the core, every person has the same basic thoughts and feelings- of boredom, of exultation, of joy, of fear etc. etc. The lesser you show these, the more ‘mature’ you shall come to be known.
So consider my boss comes upon me while I type this on to your blog. She looks sternly and asks me “What are you doing?”. I say, “err… I… I was bored of my work, and decided to read a blog instead”… Situation handled IMMATURELY….
I smile and say “Work!” and promptly open up my powerpoint presentation and paste some arbit paragraph into it. She looks suspiciously, but has no incriminating evidence. She shuffles, and goes away. I smile and continue blogging. Situation handled with high degree of MATURITY
.
Once again, Nice reading your blog. Do continue. (Last entry on 29 April, not done!)
Ajay Ravindran