I look out of the bedroom window and see the snow-covered swings and toy-cars in my neighbor's yard. I know the scene will change soon. Spring is just a couple of months away.
I know the quiet Bean Counter on college Highland St will soon be crowded. The students of the university will soon come back and flood it.
But I won't be here to see it all.
It's time for us to move. I embarked on this journey when I first moved from my home-town to my college-town. Then to Chennai and so on. After relishing the charm of New England for nearly 15 months it's time for us to make our next stop. These days every place I visit in town makes me think, "Will I cross paths with this place again?". I've a lot of memories here. After all it's the place where I started my own family life. The city library, the place I worked, the parking lot I learnt to drive, the beautiful homes on Salisbury St, the small home on Old Mill Rd with its uncountable Christmas decorations, the Saturday evenings spent in the Border's cafe', the restaurants on the Shrewsbury St, I'll miss them all. But the excitement of the new voyage is keeping my spirits up. Who knows what's in store?
P.S. For the first time ever I'm feeling nostalgic about something before being seperated from it :)
