E and I are moving to Australia for a year maybe more. Only a few weeks to go before we make the big move in July. First we've got to pack up and move out of our flat and ship all my books (as if I'd go anywhere without them) and live with my folks for two weeks before jumping on a plane and getting out of here.
Sounds easy, but it is not going to be. I should have adopted a minimalistic life style and then packing would be easier but it is too late now.
I'm really looking forward to the move, in some ways I wish I could go today and all my stuff would magically follow me there. Just the idea of it, the great weather, the lifestyle etc. On others days I'm wondering what I'll do with no friends out there or family. I mean we have E's family but it'll be strange being so far away from my parents and the whole Bengali culture. It isn't like when your a kid and you go to school and make new friends, things are different when your an adult - I mean how do you talk to a stranger without seeming like a lunatic?
I'm used to having second of my day booked with things to do and billion people around all the time. Will I go insane with the quiet or will I love it...I don't know. Then there is work, I've spent the past few year working my way up in publishing but now it might not count for anything. I mean I'm bored of my job but I know its going somewhere.
I look at a few of my friends Nick, Michelle and T who have moved away from home and they seem really happy, lets hope it works out for the best...
Oh by the way your not off the hook, I'll still keep blogging from downunder.