I don't have a poem today. The last time I wrote was almost a year ago. So, it's been a while since I decided to put my life into words. To quickly recap - I moved to London since my last entry, changed two jobs, acquired a bag full of skills. Found a lovely apartment by the river in South East London. Not only that, I live with friends I really care about and have fun with. I have a near-family domestic pad.
The past few months have been a learning experience in terms of how to save money, how to keep your mouth shut, how not to turn into a soppy doormat, how to ace interviews, how to actually like who you are, how to prioritise, etc. In short, it was a crash course in "Dummies guide to Life".
I recently met a friend who reminded me that I had not contributed to my own blog and it was unlike me. This got me thinking, I couldn't wait to write every other night at one point. My blog was my own personal venting machine and my shrink. This is where I came to ask my questions and this is where I, myself answered them. So why haven't I been writing? No clue, but I have a lot fewer things to rant and complain about now.
However, the last couple of trips back home to Bombay have made me wonder where I belong. I live in the world's most cosmopolitan city now and I can no longer relate to life in Bombay. Not that the city has remained the same. It has moved on, without me. The memories I have of it are from a different time. Most of my friends are now in London - even the ones I grew up with.
My recent graduation ceremony made me realise I do miss my little family that is scattered across the globe. But I also realised that home is not a city, it is the people. With my sister in NZ and mum in Bombay and dad sailing across the oceans, Europe has come to be home. Amsterdam and London offer the comforts that Bombay used to at some point.
Lately, I haven't felt the need to think too deeply about life and where it is going. I've found comfort in the everyday problems and hiccups. Knowing for sure that tomorrow is another day. And it is. I may not be the best or the worst day of my life, but it is another day that offers me the chance to do things better than I did yesterday.
I promise to write more regularly now ;)
P.S. I took that photograph when I was living in Earl's Court
