Moving still going on

I read a post on Sucharita's blog "HEARTBREAK HOUSE" and decided to write this post. This post is not about the memories of my home but some of the memories of the moving I have done so far. It may be a little too long but I will try to keep it short.



I made my entry in to this world via port of entry at Delhi. I don't remember much about the immigration process, all I remember is that mom and dad probably took care of the most of the paperwork. I opened my eyes, learned to walk, sit, stand, fight with my sister ( after some 4 years),fly kites, laugh, drive, cry, cry some more and lots of other things at my home in Delhi. I spent 18 years in the same house and remember every single construction, modification work.



Well there are a lot of memories from those 18 years, but I will only mention a few. Waking up in the morning and running to the Mother Dairy (Mother Dairy was the local milk provider in those times and opened up from 6to9 in the morning and evening) to get milk. And then going for the early morning cricket sessions in the mornings. And yes I also went to school as we all did.



After graduating from high school I moved to a different city (Kurukshetra, Haryana) for engineering. This was some totally different kind of experience of lots of freedom and little money. Again I did a lot of things for the first time like: spending nights criticising almost evrything, first girl friend, night outs, strikes, shouting slogans and for the first time the nasty mess food. I spent 4 years at this college and we moved in to a new room every year.



The best memory from that time is waking up in the morning and to see my room mates already dressed up and ready to go to the college. It was such a negative morale for me that I use to sleep some more and always miss the free breakfast and lectures before lunch. But I was always punctual for Lunch. I left college with some friends and for the first time a broken relationship.



After graduating from college I moved to Detroit, USA for my Masters and shared an apt with bengali, marathi, tamil room mates. There were the usual fights about the cooking turns, trash turns, cleaning turns, grocery turns. I stayed at one housing for one year and then moved in to a new housing with some new room mates and some new rules. But this dorm had 24 hrs Internet access, libraries and some serious academic atmosphere all the time. I left Detriot in my first car and the two suitcases I brought from India.



And then I moved to Austin for the first job. And at this apartment I only did two things work and movies. I worked and then worked some more and then watch movies. This was quiet a relief as I didn't have to fight with anyone to wash dishes. After about one year my job moved 30 miles away and I moved again following my work.



And then after spending 2 years in Austin I got a a new job in Houston and moved again. I moved to Houston in Aug 2008 and shared an apartement with a friend of mine. After about two months I moved in to a new apartment with another friend and then again after two months I moved in to my own apartment.



I have spent some 5 months at this apartement and will finish this post here as I have to pack some stuff for moving again next month. I think I never get attached to any place and am always ready to move after some time. All I have is a Mac Book Pro (like the Fake IPL blogger) and some furniture that can fit in to a small truck.

I hope I will move some more.............