It's been almost a year since I left Indian soil. 6 days short to be exact. It isn't new year's eve or any other day that would usually call for recollection of the "days gone by". It's just another Sunday afternoon. Except that it's not!
I left the first job I started around this time last year & flew out to go back to school. After saving for close to 6 years I was able to gather the guts needed to buy myself a really really expensive "toy"- my mac book! I got MY first apartment, first student-salary. Sat in classrooms to be inspired, a dream that very unusually came true for me. I interviewed for jobs, and was flown across the country (put up at The Hilton on Times Square) to see prospective offices. I got a job three months into the program. Decided to fast track the education and finished grad school in 1 year. Graduated. Did the whole fancy throw cap in the air, wearing a gown thing!
Moved to San Francisco to see if I could be a city girl. To rewrite some memories and love this city like the way it was meant to be loved. Found my first un-affordable city apartment. To see if I could walk in high heels and not be killed. To see if I could do the whole consultant thing.
Made some friends, lost others along the way. This is not just another Sunday. It's the Sunday before I start work. It's the Sunday that marks such an eventful year, my mind boggles.
Do we live in interesting times or what!
SG.
