You know that feeling when you're torn between two places?
No. It's a good feeling. I think.
Mumbai's really truly completely become home now. I owe that to a lot of people, to my awesome pg and the city just for being what it is. It's not been a complete a bed of roses, and it's taken me some time, but I've totally settled down. And I feel bad leaving it. And I feel glad that I'm coming back.
My heart aches for Bangalore too. (Remember what I said about being torn). Mama, daddy, everyone back home, goose, Jay, Other MM and a bunch of others. Im so glad I'm going to see you soon. And that I'm going to be wearing socks again.
Meanwhile, my Chocomania project is due in like two hours. Let not the frivolous name fool you. We have to come up with a marketing strategy for cod liver oil chocolates and the concepts are so far above my head I can't even see them. I'm so screwed I can't tell you.
Hence this post.
There have also been other distractions and escapisms such as
blowing my nose (I have a terrible cold),
re packing my suitcase (I'm an awesome packer! Did I ever mention that?),
blow drying my hair (unecessarily),
downloading as many Porcupine Tree numbers as I can before the concert today evening, (:|)and
chipping off the two layers of pink and blue nail polish on my left hand.
But we must face reality sooner or later, right?
And aunty's just made lunch. So in my case that would be later.
Did I mention I'm screwed?
Pray for me,