Change

It's rainy season and rain's always get me down. I'm seriously getting confused/disillusioned/emotional. I'm at home typing this. I've lived in here since 1991. I started school later that year. All my friends I made I made here. All my life I lived here. When in college, this place meant a lot to me, especially during the turmoil that was searching for a house in second year and the uncertainty of next year.
it's my parents to an extent but it's not like my parents move and I'll go wherever they go and I'll be happy again. It's the house, the colony, even the city thats a part of you that you cannot just drop and move on.

My school is 1 km from my home, ten years I walked to school and back through the colony, schoolboy walks, with classmates and imagination for company. JC is a kilometer in the other direction, this time outside the colony but again in the neighborhood, two years walking to and fro. Almost all my friends have moved out of the colony, some to their private residences, some to the estate and my parents have a tentative plan of leaving mid August from here. That will be the kaput of a long phase of what is to be a longer life.

Working and living in the big city is strangely un-fulfilling. I tried to model my life like a nomad's to make moving on easier but it's tough to do. You form these emotional attachments to people and places and then to make it easier depart on not friendly terms. Carry just the bad memories so that it becomes easier to forget.
I shall ramble further on this topic sometime later.