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Blogger's block

So many changes all at once. Moving half way across the world is not so easy as I had thought.

Originally what you envision is a casual adventure to the tropics, a romantic interlude with the motherland and loads of similar delusional thought processes. Reality is otherwise. Little do you realise that there is something called "packing" and the equally boring, laborious, hard process called "unpacking". Add the paperwork, house and school hunting, getting a household running and you start swearing never to move anywhere, anytime.

So, forget about blogging. In my sincere attempts to turn into a 'couch watermelon', I haven't even got out of my recently assembled sofa for the past one month. Even if that meant staring at the daunting sea of cardboxes that were surrounding me. Yeah, I have gone through that kind of a dare.

And, I'll be backkkk sooooon......see, my keyboard is excited too!

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