It's almost the end of my fourth year in the US, and this time I decided not to go to any of the Thanksgiving parties that I was graciously invited to by my friends. Growing up in a culture where this mostly American holiday has no cultural significance meant that I harbor no particular sentiments towards missing the turkey feast. My girlfriend tells me quite often that this is her favorite holiday and was pretty excited to go back home to her family and get back to her mom's cooking, even if it were only for a day or two. A couple of my good friends did invite me over to their family Thanksgiving dinners, but I was not sure how I felt about crashing an intimate family dinner, and that too a Latin family one at that. However, I have crashed a Thanksgiving dinner before, when my roommate at that time invited me over to her's, and I did have an amazing time. And last year, we did our dinner, with our very own dance studio surrogate family, which was indeed very cozy and heartwarming. So I felt I have had my share of good experiences, and could do with some time off from my never ending events and partying life.
It is not very frequently that I get so much free time these days. In fact, most of my days, weeks and months seem to flow into the next seamlessly via a tight schedule of work, gym, kickboxing, teaching, practicing and performing. This has been going on for over three years now, and when I look back at it, even though with a lot of happy times and very little regret, it does feel hard to distinguish between any particular periods. Don't get me wrong. Plenty of things have changed in my life during those periods, and my life from where it was four years ago, when I got to the US, is vastly different from where it is now. I was talking to a friend of mine who has moved away from the city, about how much life can change and how much one could experience in just a few years. She is turning twenty three now and was worrying about not having enough time until she turned thirty, which seems to a lot of people like the end of time or end of our lives as we know it. I am an year away from it and was forced to think back at where all I have been from 23 to 29. I have certainly gone through at least three different life transformations in that period, and this post is definitely not the avenue for exploring those phases, periods and life events. Maybe in another post before I get too old to remember it all.
Talking to another very dear friend from home reminded me of certain other phases in my life, and her persuasion has resulted in this blog. I was telling her that my life is usually so public on social media that I barely need a blog to express anything anyway. But, it is hardly true. Even though I do in fact like and enjoy to a certain degree, the level of image crafting possible on Facebook, I miss the extent of ideas and the clarity with which they can be expressed, possible through writing. Reading a few of the books that I have been reading lately has also taken me back to those simpler days where I was very interested in improving my writing and took immense pleasure in writing about the most mundane of things in the most mundane of posts. These days I get pleasure from perfecting body movement and slick patterns. Oh, how things have changed!
It is not very frequently that I get so much free time these days. In fact, most of my days, weeks and months seem to flow into the next seamlessly via a tight schedule of work, gym, kickboxing, teaching, practicing and performing. This has been going on for over three years now, and when I look back at it, even though with a lot of happy times and very little regret, it does feel hard to distinguish between any particular periods. Don't get me wrong. Plenty of things have changed in my life during those periods, and my life from where it was four years ago, when I got to the US, is vastly different from where it is now. I was talking to a friend of mine who has moved away from the city, about how much life can change and how much one could experience in just a few years. She is turning twenty three now and was worrying about not having enough time until she turned thirty, which seems to a lot of people like the end of time or end of our lives as we know it. I am an year away from it and was forced to think back at where all I have been from 23 to 29. I have certainly gone through at least three different life transformations in that period, and this post is definitely not the avenue for exploring those phases, periods and life events. Maybe in another post before I get too old to remember it all.
Talking to another very dear friend from home reminded me of certain other phases in my life, and her persuasion has resulted in this blog. I was telling her that my life is usually so public on social media that I barely need a blog to express anything anyway. But, it is hardly true. Even though I do in fact like and enjoy to a certain degree, the level of image crafting possible on Facebook, I miss the extent of ideas and the clarity with which they can be expressed, possible through writing. Reading a few of the books that I have been reading lately has also taken me back to those simpler days where I was very interested in improving my writing and took immense pleasure in writing about the most mundane of things in the most mundane of posts. These days I get pleasure from perfecting body movement and slick patterns. Oh, how things have changed!
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