Thursday, September 5, 2013


It's been just about 6 weeks since I landed back in Bombay to start year three.

The third year in any place is like returning home. You know where you can find Pizza Villa and what time the J closes. You know exactly how to get from your friend's parents' house to Ollie's. You know where you can get a great view of the fireworks on the 4th of July but without the traffic at Hopkins Park.

For anyone who's moved anywhere, away from "home." Those first two years is a lot of work. A lot of navigating and bumps in the road. A lot of wrong turns and U-turns. And sometimes there are surprising things that make it more challenging like the road you live on being paved with hot asphalt about 10 minutes before you walk on it in flipflops.

But year three. The driving is easier. You know how to navigate work and life more easily. Where you need to practice aggressive patience and where you need to occasionally use the horn.

Year three. Sigh. Year three.

A bit of a cheesy reflection to my start but it's been good so far. 

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