The other day, someone asked me why I’d stopped blogging. I am getting old and conscious of revealing my life openly on the web, that’s why. Seeing an old post of mine being shared on facebook was so embarrassing. I had to edit half of the text and correct a few lines to make it seem decent enough for the people who were going to stumble upon it. When I started blogging many years ago, I used to do it for me – simply to record random (un)interesting occurrences in my life. Anyway, because I don’t talk about myself a lot on here these days and maybe you guys want to know what’s going on with me (maybe not? oh well), here it is.
I have a week left in Bangalore before I take-off to Indiana and survive all by myself. It took me long time to realize what all of this really meant. I am finally flying away from my protective humble abode to go out there and create myself. It is scary and exciting at the same time. I am currently packing away my life into suitcases. I wish I could take with me everything that I have here, but I can’t. Life from now is going to be hard and painful. This has also made me realize how I took everything for granted here. Learning to take care of things that belong to me, show responsibility and gratitude is what I have to learn first.