My reputation is dented...

My friend returns to India tomorrow and in true blue Indian style decided to pack up all the left over cooking ingredients and pass them on to me. She knows I'm crazy about cooking and every bit of it will be used up, so she was leaving it in good hands so to speak.

 

But the bag she used to pack these bits and pieces have made me something of a sensation at office... to be honest people barely know me, what with me being here only two weeks... but after today no doubt I'll be known as the playboy bunny...

 

My friend the crazy woman, decided that the only good bags she had were the ones from the Playboy store and packed the stuff in not one but two Playboy store bags and delivered it to my office .... and I had to bring it to the floor and endure some of the weirdest looks of my life...

 

Thankfully just last week I had transported my shoes to office in a large Dmart bag... yes, I wear flats while travelling and change to my beloved three plus inch heels the minute I arrive at office... I keep three pairs in my drawer, so at any given time I have a range of shoes to choose from ...but I digress... so thankfully I had a large bag where I could banish the offending playboy store bags and breathe easy.

Starting off a brand new way...

Ok, lets start from the beginning shall we...  Last year this time I was so fed up with my life in general that I decided that something had to change... call it mid-life crisis if you will but I decided enough is enough... and to bring about the change I took the easiest way out... I quit my job ... my reasoning at the time, if you don't do it, one of these days you will be found dead at your desk... the fact that my parents decided to move cities too... just gave me the necessary push....

 

Also at that particular point in time, if someone told me that its all going to be OK, next year this time you will be sitting in London (incidentally, my favorite city) after having landed your dream job, I would have laughed in his face...

 

But I quit, spent the next few months travelling and when my bank balance was finally in the red I started looking for another job ... and out of the blue this London opportunity came up... after that it was a whirlwind of activity, as they say, before I knew it I was in London... fairytales do come true and here I'm sitting in my apartment by the river...watching the beautiful London skyline... listening to the sounds of the city as life goes on ...

 

I've been in the city for two weeks and other that a few trips to the theatre and a trip to the Cotswolds, I have made no new friends... but no regrets on that count... everything happens for the best, and now that I've all this time to myself, I can finally figure out what I really want...

After reading e-book after e-book, something stirred inside me today...a small voice said... why don't you blog again, its been years since you actively wrote anything... meaningful or otherwise... don't you remember... its what made you feel funny and creative and last but not the least gave you happiness and peace of mind...

They say to write/ blog is good as it help you heal and move on with your life... not that I need much moving on ... don't get me wrong... I'm living my dream ...
 

Now that I've started blogging again I intend to write regularly, hopefully a post every day...we shall see!