6 months.

6 months ago, roughly at this exact moment, I was packing my bags, sitting on my suitcase to have it shut, worrying about whether it was going to exceed 25 kgs (How they expect you to carry your entire life with you in less that 25kgs, I don't understand. Idiots.) and triple checking if I had everything in place. I couldn't wait to leave - and come to the land of the Free. And Fun. I couldn't wait to leave - happiness was coming. Of course, people were sad to see me go and all of that. Aww.
So. Its been 6 months - who would have thought. 6 months since I moved to this sleepy but nice little city. I always knew I was going to move.

I think I've had it all easy. And thank god for that. I have no stories of being broke, only-7-rupees-in-my -pocket, eating-Maggi-for-17-days-in-a-row and all that jazz. I really have had it easy. I practically had a ready made life to walk into..but it was good. Why struggle when there's an alternate way. Simply waste of time, like.

Once in a random while I do feel slightly homesick. Like when I miss my dog. Who isn't around anymore, and that makes the homesickness worse. And I miss my dancing and all the mad fun. But, apart from that - I'm loving my existence. There is one major reason, but then again, don't we all have that one major reason? Oh well. Am I a bad person for not missing home? or rather for liking being away from home? I mean, actually liking, almost-loving...ok, who am I kidding, fully-loving(!) the independence, freedom and the thrill of living on my own. My party-when-you-like, drink-all-you-want type life. Its fun.

But seriously - 6 months. Wow, that was quick. In a scary way almost. But having said all that - So happy I am. I still want my doggie though.