living in LA
I moved home today to LA. We are in this transition house until b's wedding is over.
Packed up all my stuff for the last three days. Boxes and boxes. I thought I wasn't a consumptionist but had to come to terms with living simply might mean a whole lot less books and random clothes. 4 boxes to UPS and 5 big bag of clothes to good will later I used my full 3 bag quota for jet blue and came home. Since I dont have a car I carried big boxes 6 NY blocks. one at a time or maybe two. The only ones to stop were these decked out guys in suits. They offered to carry the boxes for me. They were mormon. It seems sometimes that the religious folks get stuff right. Yeah, they busted out their pamphlet but you could see that they were sincere about helping me out. I thought they were pharm reps at first in their crispy blue and gray gear.
everything has moved so fast. getting back from india and moving to LA and going to NY in the last 10 days i havent had time to transition back to the states. I think LA felt a little wierd for a bit. couple weeks ago i was waking up at 4 or 5 from jet lag and running and nobody was on the streets and so much of life is lived behind doors or in cars. india was filled streets and knocks on doors to visit and kannada hanging in the air, phrases i had heard at home my whole life repeated in bakeries and shops. ny more closely approximates india reality. little corner shops where you can barely walk in cuz of the lack of space and slightly rude store owners and crazy traffic and a hum of life that surrounds and swarms and will engulf you in chaotic vibrancy .
but i am lucky in that everything feels like home. my two year old niece ran up to me today as i walked though the door. a good coming home if there ever was one. and in NY this last past weekend i feel like it was a continuous celebration for 7 days and i was just happy to be present much less have folks celebrate me graduating.
i had graduation at carnagie hall on monday. 14 folks rolled out. uch and trev and lamb and hash and gurm and beena and bhav and pat and sherry and bob and my folks and my aunt and uncle. the best part was hearing all the families cheer for their son or daughter being called doctor for the first time as we got out diploma. my mexican friend brought 42 folks and said that "shoot, if my relatives could cross the damn border they sure as hell can get past the security guards at carnagie hall":)
it was super fun. the dinner after. a little pizza joint. the topic was marriage i dont think any of us have laughed that hard for god knows how long. there was alot of relationship exp in the room and some insightful stuff. i'll detail later.
going to sleep on the west side.
sri
Packed up all my stuff for the last three days. Boxes and boxes. I thought I wasn't a consumptionist but had to come to terms with living simply might mean a whole lot less books and random clothes. 4 boxes to UPS and 5 big bag of clothes to good will later I used my full 3 bag quota for jet blue and came home. Since I dont have a car I carried big boxes 6 NY blocks. one at a time or maybe two. The only ones to stop were these decked out guys in suits. They offered to carry the boxes for me. They were mormon. It seems sometimes that the religious folks get stuff right. Yeah, they busted out their pamphlet but you could see that they were sincere about helping me out. I thought they were pharm reps at first in their crispy blue and gray gear.
everything has moved so fast. getting back from india and moving to LA and going to NY in the last 10 days i havent had time to transition back to the states. I think LA felt a little wierd for a bit. couple weeks ago i was waking up at 4 or 5 from jet lag and running and nobody was on the streets and so much of life is lived behind doors or in cars. india was filled streets and knocks on doors to visit and kannada hanging in the air, phrases i had heard at home my whole life repeated in bakeries and shops. ny more closely approximates india reality. little corner shops where you can barely walk in cuz of the lack of space and slightly rude store owners and crazy traffic and a hum of life that surrounds and swarms and will engulf you in chaotic vibrancy .
but i am lucky in that everything feels like home. my two year old niece ran up to me today as i walked though the door. a good coming home if there ever was one. and in NY this last past weekend i feel like it was a continuous celebration for 7 days and i was just happy to be present much less have folks celebrate me graduating.
i had graduation at carnagie hall on monday. 14 folks rolled out. uch and trev and lamb and hash and gurm and beena and bhav and pat and sherry and bob and my folks and my aunt and uncle. the best part was hearing all the families cheer for their son or daughter being called doctor for the first time as we got out diploma. my mexican friend brought 42 folks and said that "shoot, if my relatives could cross the damn border they sure as hell can get past the security guards at carnagie hall":)
it was super fun. the dinner after. a little pizza joint. the topic was marriage i dont think any of us have laughed that hard for god knows how long. there was alot of relationship exp in the room and some insightful stuff. i'll detail later.
going to sleep on the west side.
sri
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