From Happiness, MA 02138 to Liberation, NY 10024. It feels like a really long journey that traversed in a flash. After “rezie in state number 3 of the United Stazie” ( 
), summer in New York is going to have a new meaning altogether. With lots to look forward to, and lots to reminisce these impending days shall be rewarding and progressive. As I sit in a Starbucks near my internet-less new home, I want this day to be remembered.
Like after every move, there is a sense of relief, but there is also a new sense of well being and purity. It is amazing, when I move into a new apartment, I feel like a new person overnight. I shall make my bed everyday before going to work, I shall go to run every evening at the park, I shall eat right, I shall do the dishes right away, I shall think good, I shall act better. And then, a month down the line, the apartment gets old, and I shall become the same lousy person again. This has happened before, I shall not be surprised if this happens again.
But who cares! For now, I am a pure soul, in my funky little match box apartment. With a broken fire place, squeaky floors, ancient door knobs and an outdated heating system, I am loving this! “Ohhhh yeah!”
