The clock is stuck at 1:42 and I am packing my bags. Pune was great and intimidating in its own ways. I came to this city in November last year and I did not imagine or foresee that I’d leave so soon, only for good I believe.
But here I am, packing my bags, listening to “leaving on a jet plane” and there’s Ben Affleck in the video; so anyway it is overwhelming. But there’s no jet plane, no one’s picking me up and running in circles, there’s no music in the background, no flowers on my table, no chocolate bars in my fridge and no dreamy fragrance to breathe.
I do have one plant that dried, a messy room to leave, a rustic fan that’s making more noise than the air, some used polythene bags which are taking circles and loads of memories. Using the below mentioned to decipher what I am feeling right now.
“When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits – anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.” ―Kim McMillen
I doled out my plants to a woman who lives next to my place, I am abandoning a few utensils as well, a few things that I purchased generally to enrich my room, to make this place home, I am abandoning them for somebody who’d come here to live, after me. I wonder whether she’d love them as much as I did.
I have plans for this week and I must let you know that I am appreciating this sabbatical to its core. A week ago life was unplanned and very rough and things happened so rapidly I had no time to gauge where anything was heading, yet I must let you know, that last week records for the prime of my life.
So now I have two weeks of absolute free-time. I will travel, cook food, watch movies and just relax before I step onto another milestone. Life is getting better, everything that I thought it should be, it is becoming that.
Quite perplexed, as to whom to thank?