My Life, A Cocktail

There is this period of lull. When nothing seems to be happening, every day is like the other. No problems to solve, no decisions to make, no confusing options. Just lull. Initially it feels like a nice break from your otherwise hectic catch-me-if-you-can life. After a while, you feel like a wreck. Sometimes life is sympathetic and brings you back right on track. Sometimes its not, and you go about creating problems of your own. Most people that commit mistakes that they attribute later towards "circumstances" are probably the victim of such lull. There is no moral to this story.

We have moved. To a bigger and better apartment. Me and hubby are tired as hell. But moving has been good for us, we have purged so much rubbish out, and gotten beautiful things in. It took only 3 hours to move. To move all the knick knacks we had accumulated over the past 2.5 years. As I stood staring at the empty expanse in front of me that once was our abode, I felt that feeling of “let go”. So, inside my head, I reminisced each memory, carefully wrapped it in bubble wrap, taped it, and nicely tucked it away in the carton labeled “Fair Oaks”. Making room for new memories…

It’s coming to me again and again. The importance of “character”. It’s the amazing little things you do that reflect “character”. I remember missing my regular bus once, only to listen to a friend talking. He said it reflected “character”. I remember someone taking credit for one of my simple ideas. And I thought it reflects “character”. I remember people suffering to stand up for the right thing. I remember people going untormented for shying away from the truth. It all reflects “character”. One thing that’s your own. One thing that only you are responsible for.

It’s been raining. I finished reading “The Kite Runner”. Simply brilliant. Khaled Hosseini is an amazing story teller. A weekend of packing has gone by, and has summoned yet another week of packing and finally, moving. Almost 2.5 years back, I had walked into this junior single bedroom apartment with a suitcase and a sleeping bag. Now, we are hiring a 24 feet moving truck. Hubby leaves for Michigan tomorrow. Not looking forward to the solitude, especially when all my books have already been packed and sealed…