This can't be happening!!
Over the past few days I've come to the realization that I'm allergic to certain types of mushrooms (my mouth and throat start itching terribly and it takes hours to subside). And I LOVE mushrooms :(( I'm already annoyed at having to stay off pineapple (not as much about certain leafy greens though). But this!!!
In other not-so-good things, the train of good-byes seems to be continuing: met a dear friend yesterday who's off to India ("you'll not be here when I come back, so let's meet now" she says to drive the point home). And I just realized that I taught a class for the last time today :( I refuse to accept that this will be the last time I'll face a bunch of kids and teach (how can I? there will be more). But still, not here, not to these kids ...
Sigh..I hate it when I feel this anticipatory nostalgia. Thankfully, my nomadic childhood has ensured that I never ever "miss" a place and feel actual nostalgia. I just suffer from the "oh-i'm-never-gonna-do-this-again" type. I remember crying profusely one february afternoon during Xth Std, about how I'm gonna miss my "desk" (y'all know how important it was back then). Come march and end of exams and I couldn't wait to get out and start my new life in the new city!!
So it's just that: though I KNOW from practical experience that I'm never gonna miss a person or place, when I see him/her/it knowing it's the last time, I CANNOT help the welling in my chest and the lump in my throat. Depending on how you see it: thank God, for small mercies :)
In other not-so-good things, the train of good-byes seems to be continuing: met a dear friend yesterday who's off to India ("you'll not be here when I come back, so let's meet now" she says to drive the point home). And I just realized that I taught a class for the last time today :( I refuse to accept that this will be the last time I'll face a bunch of kids and teach (how can I? there will be more). But still, not here, not to these kids ...
Sigh..I hate it when I feel this anticipatory nostalgia. Thankfully, my nomadic childhood has ensured that I never ever "miss" a place and feel actual nostalgia. I just suffer from the "oh-i'm-never-gonna-do-this-again" type. I remember crying profusely one february afternoon during Xth Std, about how I'm gonna miss my "desk" (y'all know how important it was back then). Come march and end of exams and I couldn't wait to get out and start my new life in the new city!!
So it's just that: though I KNOW from practical experience that I'm never gonna miss a person or place, when I see him/her/it knowing it's the last time, I CANNOT help the welling in my chest and the lump in my throat. Depending on how you see it: thank God, for small mercies :)