Absence and acceptance

Well, well, well. 

Look who’s back.

For starters, my motivation to write.

I know it’s been a while. A month, to be precise. I sincerely apologize for all the time I’ve kept you anxiously waiting for my next update.

So how have you all been? Doing good? 

I’m doing pretty good, too.

Okay, okay, fine. That’s a lie.

I’ve spent the last month doing nothing. And yes, I know that sounds like a lot of fun, but trust me it isn’t.

I am a living oxymoron. I want to be productive but am unable to bring myself to sit down and finish my work. I have bouts of highly concentrated motivation brought about by seeing someone my age become a millionaire. I’m a pessimistic optimist. I would like to write quality content but instead, all my abilities are absorbed in accommodating as many alarmingly addictive alliterations I can into a single sentence.

Like I said in the last post, I recently shifted to a different continent. And yes, while the differences in cultures, traditions, and food are amazing to observe (and eat),  it gets boring after a while. Especially if you only have your mother, father and 9-year-old sister for company.

And for the past month, I’ve felt, well how to put this, off. At first, I thought it was a disease caused by the extremely cold wind which altered my brain sequences and rearranged my neurons so that I would only be able to able to feel one emotion. I blamed my inferior mood on my non-productivity, lack of waffles in my house and Donald Trump.

But recently I realized why I was always so sad and mopey all the time. It was because I missed home. I missed my old friends. I missed our inside-jokes and late night texts. Missed my old school. My new one doesn’t start for another 3 months. That’s a lot of time with my hyperactive, super loud 9-year-old sister.

There had been promises made to contact each other at least once in a week. And while those promises had been kept till now, I can only wonder how long before they are broken. Because promises are meant to be broken, aren’t they? I know that though we’ve managed to stay in touch for so long, at one point of our life we’re going to have to move on and embrace our separate lives without each other in it. And so, I’ve unknowingly spent the last month wallowing in self-pity all the while refusing to acknowledge this fact.

But as I write this post I can say that I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that people will find new friends. Yes, perhaps my old friends will find funnier friends, friends that understand them better or friends that are more outgoing. But they will always have the memory of the glorious years of friendship when we laughed through our sorrows, cried with laughter and went through pain and betrayals.

And who knows? Maybe years later, while going through boxes of dust and old memories, they’ll stumble across something that will remind them of me. But until then, until I’ve become a chit that was passed around during history class, or a red basket in which they received their present or a birthday card filled with pickup lines, I will stay rooted in their life, trying my hardest to be with them during their ups and downs. If you’re reading this, know that I’ll be there for you.

If you’re there for me too.

Taking off while strumming the rest of the F.R.I.E.N.D.s theme song on my air guitar,


P.S: What about you? Have you ever had problems after shifting? Did you make new friends? What problems did you face?

Leave a comment below.


A blog post about my first blog post which is my first blog post.

This is my first blog post and my grammar and spelling mistakes will make that pretty clear in the next few paragraphs as I write this as a jetlagged wreck and midway through a nervous breakdown. This was an impulsive and totally unplanned decision. One second I was watching how to make instant ice cream on youtube, (Which totally works by the way. Here’s the link. Also gives you an arm workout.) and the next minute I’m at the WordPress site setting up a blog. 

So what brought about this impulsive decision?

A week ago, I shifted to Belgium from a different country. For those who don’t know Belgium is a small country located at the heart of Europe. It has a population of approximately 11 million and is divided mainly into 2 regions: Wallonia and Flanders. The Flanders region is mainly comprised of the Dutch-speaking population while the Wallonia region is the French-speaking region. It’s a beautiful country with a lot of greenery, chilly winds and SEPARATE LANES FOR BICYCLES. This may not be a surprise for many Europeans but I come from a place where repeated honking is a form of greeting and overtaking other cars while speeding up dangerously and swerving is a lifestyle. Asians honk a lot. We literally have signs at the back of trucks that say ‘Horn ok please’. Don’t believe me? Look for yourself.

horn1   Pic credits: Google images

I’ve been told that this is pleasant weather in Belgium and I’ve chosen the best month to shift here because the weather is just perfect.


Look at all the sunshine!!!


These clear skies!!



So after seeing these photos, you would expect warm weather, right? You’d expect a pleasant wind to breeze past your face and make wisps of your hair prettily dance around, right? Yeah, me too. So imagine my surprise when I throw open my windows princess-style only to have a gust of ice-cold wind slap me in the face.

opening windows

This is what I did.

queen closing window

And this is what I did next. Yes, the cold turned me from a girl into a witch with an ice cold heart who hands out poisonous apples.

It’s 1°C out there.  34°F for all you Americans.  Don’t let the clear skies and bright sunshine fool you. It’s as cold as my 6th grade Math teacher’s heart.

So while my dad goes out for walks and runs (He’s been here for six months already. He’s used to this monstrous weather.), I’m stuck here, sniffling, down with a cold and miserable.

Which is how I ended up on my couch with my laptop and a jar of chocolate spread. After spending hours on youtube (We’ve all been there.), I got to thinking and realized that due to Belgium’s central location I’ll be traveling a lot. Which meant that I will make a lot of memories which I will not be able to keep track of. I’ve traveled to a couple of countries (8 to be exact, but who’s keeping count, right?) in my 16 years of existence which has resulted in me forgetting about most of the cities I’ve visited due to no proper documentation. So I decided that enough was enough and moved over to the WordPress site and impulsively proceeded to create a blog to record my life.

This is the result.

I won’t be able to make any promises about when I will update as I have no idea about when and where I’ll be traveling. Also, this blog will not be limited to traveling and will also contain (not-so) humorous incidents and (not-so) inspiring experiences of my life. But feel free to join me as I document my life and voyages, stumbling, falling, miserably and humiliatingly failing but always getting up again. Because isn’t that what life is about?

Taking off,