So as usual I'm concerned with moving duties these days. This is like the 9th time I've moved in the last 6 years. the last year alone saw me move around 3 times. I'm a moving expert now. I know how to pack things efficiently and neatly with everything labelled and all. Infact the movers were impressed with my organized ways - they just had to move 9 boxes for me unlike moving zillion dubious plastic bags with other people. But I have to say that despite moving so many times, I still continue to amass material things. I still continue to make every attempt to grow roots and not live out of a suitcase.
This was vehemently proved when I saw all my stuff. My shoes and my clothes and my replica ship collection. Yes, thats my new hobby - assembling 17th century miniature replica ships. There is something about medieval ships that flips me out. I mean that. I'm rooted to the place and will not move until I can have it. I can spend hours putting together the whole things with all its sails and masts and err.. Moving on to to my other passion - My shoes..ahh my shoes... I dote upon them as mothers dote on their babies and given this motherly pride, I'm not content with shoving them in a box and storing them in an attic. I need a separate closet for them and Thats my new dilemma - how do I make space for all my babies. Actually I have a ton of other dilemmas but this is the one that has a delicious possibility of working out. I am a shoe fiend but I'm not a brand conscious shoe-fiend. Thats what makes me a true shoe fiend because I adore my street chappals from commercial street, bangalore just as I do my 6 inch heels.
My other splurge has been a burgundy sunshine chair. I love it! Its perfect for curling in, with a good book in tow and that my friends, is the bestest feeling the world. Since I have time on my hands, I'm really going to get my space upto a cozy level compared to my last apartment which was spartan at best. And as this is 2nd year, maniacal photo blogging will follow - so watch this space.
Apart from moving, I'm also prone to sitting in my favourite greek cafe Saladelia and watching the world go by. They always play jazz and the food is magnificently light and fresh, sometimes oozing with feta cheese or the most amazing freshly made hummus. Since I have time, I read the NYT through and through and spend hours rather than just skim through it. I have developed a fond affection for its opinion column. They make me think and ponder long after I've read them. Bliss! Also, my daily ritual is to go through a plethora of fashion blogs. I'm addicted to Mrs-o.org - a style blog dedicated to Michelle Obama's style.
I know when school starts I'll be consumed with issues of grave consequence like recruiting. I know I'll be swimming in a tenuous world of fierce competition and grappling with issues of self doubt. I know there will be days in the future where dark clouds will loom, so allow me to revel in the sunshine and insouciance. Allow me to be childish and brazen. For a brief while atleast.
