So I moved to New York city yesterday.
Later this month, I’m joining the City University Of New York’s graduate program in journalism.
Leaving India was harder than I thought. The last month was full of “damn, last time in Sawantwadi”, “damn, last time in Pimpri Chinchwad”, “damn, last dosE in MLTR” and “damn, last Gandhi Bazar walk” moments.
Somehow, going 10000 miles away from everything familiar has a feeling of permanence, a finality about it. There is a sense of leaving something behind forever, of losing a place forever, of knowing that even if I come back, it’ll never be to the same place.
Such is the traveler’s existential dilemma – there never is time to do all he wants to do – which can feel Sisyphic at times. The answer, perhaps, is to stop thinking and contemplating – and go out there and see the city and the world – and make my peace with the fact that while I won’t see everything there is, I’ll appreciate all that I do get to see.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a mini-Broadway performance and a Central park walk to go to. I ‘ll see you around.
Hearty godspeed!