The sun was streaming through the french windows, stripped bare of the curtains that had adorned them for so long, flooding the whole room in bright light. It felt like the first time I had walked in and fallen in love with the place. There had been a s sense of hope, and of new beginnings. Except, now, on the floors, in the corner, stood my bags. All packed.
This was something I've wanted for a long long long time. Something I wanted like yesterday. Yet, at that final moment, I was in knots...
It was time to move again.
Goodbye Bombay. Hello Singapore!