theres a porpoise behind me and its treading on my toes
Ok so i move (AGAIN) over the weekend. Am beginning to think constantly moving, like so many other things in life, is hereditary. My parents did a considerable amount of it (7 flats in 18 yrs) while i lived with them and i seem to have inherited the tendency from both sides of the family for that alone can explain my nomadic existance over the last 6 yrs (11 rooms, counting those lived in twice with breaks).
The most interesting bit (well...this is all not very interesting i know but the...lets call it curious bit) is that except for a couple of moves from india to germany and back, most of this has been within a radius of about 1 km. Almost exactly what my parents have been doing as well...
The last three of those 11 moves have all been in the last six months (good part is i just dont unpack most of my stuff so take less and less time packing)...my big dream in life is to find a nice cosy flat in b'lore and arrange all my stuff in it and NEVER have to move again...
Anyway to get over the rambling, or rather, to ramble on a different but connected topic...am currently in this icky position where i feel obliged to be at a party that i don't want to have anything to do with and where the main people concerned don't seem to particularly want to have anything to do with me. And yet here i am wracking my brains trying to find a reasonable excuse for wriggling out of being there. Matters are further complicated by the fact that the party is in the apartment i currently live in (hmm...should have moved out of there sooner :D). Am going to try pretending i am terribly sick (although must admit i am rather out of practice these days - how easily one forgets the skills one learnt at school!) and hope i get away with it.