I hate moving. Period.

Not only does it disturb your already set routine, you also have to begin anew. And this my dear, is a two-fold headache.

1. Destroying

I don't know about others but I like my life running according to some sense of routine. If not the "life" as such, but at least this part of life at home. I keep my keys at one place, mails at another. Clothes are hung at a particular place (new and old separately), I know where my pens are, my stapler is, where my documents are stored and, where the extra batteries are kept.

I don't go about creating a routine out of nothing. It forms over the first few days. And once it takes a shape over the next few months, any attempt to run contrary to that routine is not only a physical disturbance but also a mental one. Being organized is not WRONG. No matter how much the "cool" kids (do I even talk to kids anymore??) tell you, taunt you, there is nothing wrong in being organized.

2. Creating

Unfortunately, stagnation is a disease affecting many of us without we ever noticing it. So in a way, change, in the form of moving from one place to another, is also a good thing. But the process of moving is always difficult.

You start from the scratch (not bad sometimes) and then it takes time and patience to set everything in a place before you start feeling at "home". Even this is bearable. Trouble begins when you have to move again.

My stay is US can be broken into 3 phases (so far).

1. The really crappy phase
2. The good phase
3. The "?" phase

I really don't want to talk about #1, and #2 doesn't need any specific introduction (good suffices). This leaves #3, which is one where I am off from my comfort zone. This place is called Harrison, in New Jersey. I am here to a) find a permanent job; b) to find a part-time job while am searching for (a).

This is as closest as I can get to NYC. I haven't visited NYC yet, ok now close that open mouth of yours. I landed at NY Penn station and that brief glimpse of the City in that 50minute period spoke volumes about the place.

It was as if I came to an altogether different country!! People were in mad rush everywhere. There were small groups, walking together, hanging out together, or just waiting at traffic junctions. Oh yes, they were crossing the road even when they were not supposed to. That should be a relief, I was thinking this happened only in Hyderabad!! Except for a small difference, here, they were crossing when there were no on-coming vehicles. Anyway, I digress.

A new (really really NEW & FRESH) life begins for me tomorrow. Am I excited? Hell no!! That would be so un-ME-ish.