Friday, August 25, 2006

So it goes...

Keys pulled out of the keyring and neatly arranged inside the top, right cabinet in the kitchen, a cursory look around to see that nothing remains, no trace of the person who lived here the past few years. It rained as I stepped out of the building and into the cab, premature showers proclaiming end of summer. No time to walk by that lake. Past the tree lined streets of Lincoln Park northwest onto I-90. Everytime I pass this way, I peer into my rearview mirror to look at the glorious skyline but I did not turn to look at it yesterday. O'Hare loomed ahead, a little omnious. Twenty five boxes in a friend's basement from where the movers will pick them up and ship them to England; my India suitcases in the cab with me. Did I just leave home or is it home I am flying to? Why does home have to be such a possessive idea?

4 comments:

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

You're moving to England? Where abouts? Give me a shout when you get here.

Veena said...

Yeah shoefy. Right by you actually. Though might live by the Cam cos the boy's going to work there and I will have to suffer the daily commute to London. I was going to email you but then realised that the move ain't really happening until end of year(until then I am in India doing general naatak). Will def holler when I get there.

Ravages said...

Damn! I am so jealous! I want to move to England too, and meet the two of you, plus a dozen other bloggers. Damn again!

30in2005 said...

Wow, moving to England! Inspite of the grey skies and chinese-torture rain there is loads to recommend it. Have a stress free move. Loads of luck. Maybe we shall meet some day?