Changing Seasons

Thats it. One year down. 4 more to go. It didn't end with as big a bang as i expected. But I reckon its a trade-off after having had too much fun and too little studying. Hadn't blogged for a while coz I was rushing to prep for an exam, zoomed off to scotland and spain subsequently, had a blast, came back to pack my life in boxes, and now heading home. -phew- What a mouthfull.

Also managed to squeeze a ritual solo show. This time round it was Death Of A Salesman. Arthur Miller. Brilliant show, superb acting. Pity no one had the honour of enjoying it with me. I think it was an apt show to catch just before heading home. Sometimes I feel like Biff Loman.

Have a millions of thoughts, but no time to write them down as of now. I'd probably do a writeup on the trip. Soon.

I've realised that I don't go back home to life as it once was. Had that wrong impression when I went back last summer. Somehow I had hoped that I'd go BACK (like back in time) to things as they were when I left it. But now I realised its one change after another. At least this year I'll be more prepared. Time machines don't exist yet.

For now its homeward bound, for yet a new season of life.