Shifted

We moved. It's done.

My ex-neighbours were extra nice in the last few days (hmmm..something tells me that is not a good reflection); and my neighbourhood was resounding with a clear and unequivocal sentiment that my kid will be missed dearly. See, I am not a fan of brutal honesty. I'll miss my old neighbours, atleast some of them (and I am not just throwing it in as I know that atleast one of the latter will be reading this. Hi Radha!!).

I am a moderate pack rat, married to pack rat extraordinaire. Together we have amassed a fortune of urban junk that would make the stinkiest of rodents envious. We have a whole different interpretation of 'One person's trash is another's treasure'. So after fainting a little bit, the packers shoved every one of our *collectibles* with moderate annoyance into their cardboard cubicles and delivered them safely (with a couple of scratches or twelve) to our new apartment. After three days of frantic unpacking, now the apartment resembles a place suitable for human dwelling.

I didn't realize how sentimental I was about my old apartment until I moved here. That still feels like home, while this like a waiting room at a train station; and an expensive one to boot.