From the archives: Saying goodbye...

... is so difficult.

I keep telling myself, this isn't really goodbye! In the end it will feel like a blink-and-you-miss-it-trip and it will be as if nothing changed. But that's not true and the closer I get to my time of departure the more I can sense that something really big is going to happen in the near future.

I know that in the next few months, my life and the lives of my closest friends will take this giant leap. And for the first time we will not be there to witness the change in each other's lives. But it is going to be incredible. I can feel it in my bones.

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This was one year ago. Life has turned upside down in this one year. I've moved. Started graduate school. Met some ridiculously inspiring people. Visited a new continent. Had the most incredible, life changing experiences. I can't believe that the year is coming to a close and that very soon I'll be writing a post very similar to the one I wrote a year ago, only this time for people I've met in this foreign land.

Promise for the second year of post-grad? Write about everything that happens here.

How I fell for a cliché...

Today started off as a difficult, grey, cold and busy day. It ended as a day full of laughter (some of it drunken) and a whole load of love.

I spent the evening with my newest friends finding out about each other's life, sharing delicious gossip, getting drunk, playing Resistance and generally being noisy. So as I left this party and raced from one end of the campus to the other end at midnight to wish P on his birthday and spend time with my chaddi-buddies, I realized what had begun as a burdensome day had turned into a lovely one.

Friends, old and new, are my pick-me-ups! I've fallen for the cliche. It's Valentine's Day and I feel loved.