1) And the most important. I don't have internet access at home, and dude, really, the cybercafe is just not the same thing. And since I now work in a bureau office, which rocks by the way, when I'm working on a story, as I'm doing at present, I only file it once the background stuff is done, and since I now live in a city that isn't very convenient to get around, if I'm meeting people around where I live, I don't go into the office if I don't have work there.
2) We had a housewarming party and the house was most admired, and it took some hard work to get it thus admired, especially my new hot pink, raw silk curtains, which are so, so lovely and make me feel happy every time I wake up and look at them. (This morning, I was having a dream about Leela's upcoming nuptials and my maid came in, and she's REALLY noisy and I woke up and for like a second I thought I was back in my room at my mum's house and I sat up in bed and then I said, "Ohhhhhh, I'm still here.") Anyway, the housewarming was a great success, and I did not realise that we knew so many people--either that, or our house is really small--because the place was fairly packed. We're so popular.
3) I've been homesick. Especially on Wednesday nights, when everyone back home is getting ready to go to TC, and even though there's the sea and shiny, happy people laughing, and new things everywhere, and getting myself a road map and HOME FUCKING DELIVERY which is such a blessing, I don't know how I did without it for 25 years, but still, I've been homesick for things I know, and familiar faces and options of people to hang out with and knowing what to do and not having a house I have to set up from scratch. (I've been too lazy to do much, which I attribute to the sea air, which, by the way, has also done wonders for my complexion, despite, or perhaps because of my dissipated lifestyle)
4) I really don't have much to say that doesn't make me sound like a tourist. Like for instance, today? I went to the Gateway of India, well, around it at any rate, because of the crowd. And we took a picture where we all grinned at the camera, and really, very touristy. And I've basically been doing stuff like that (my two main goals whilst I'm in this city are: a) to ride on a double decker bus and b) to do Rahul Bose. The first one is more achievable I realise, but oh, that bottom.) And the other day for a story, I was at a film shooting, and no one gets my enthused exclaimations, so I'm keeping them all as little gleeful shouts in my head.
5) I've been busy figuring out the local trains, which have been my crowning achievement for this week, because I so rock at them. Except disembarking, which for some reason is always my downfall, because with the tidal wave of women entering and clamouring, I have a really hard time getting out. The number of times I have been elbowed, right in the boobs is much too painful to even mention, but the thrill of actually being One With The Masses is pretty awesome. (See, I still sound like a tourist. I'm trying to imagine what my reaction would be if someone was raving about the DTC buses this much, I'd probably pat them on the back and be all poor-deluded-child, but the trains aren't much like the DTC buses, so it's not a very accurate comparision.)
Five reasons is good enough, no? But no, I promise more regular updates from next week, when I will be a two week old immigrant and no longer all brand shiny and new.