Have you ever changed five houses in the span of three months?

Ask me I will say, yes. I have learnt the nuances of changing houses by perfecting the art that I am planning to start a company which helps in giving instant consulting services for folks who are planning to move. As we all know that there are even bloggers who have stopped blogging after entering into their new domains.

Houses mean a lot to me. These are the places you tend to bear an increasing amount of connection and root back your daily life. Apart from the economics of living being necessities- food, water and shelter, there seems to be even more cumulative value as the day’s progress. I never expected that I would be running around like a nomad or vagabond, I must say, literally living out of the suitcases. But I thought this was a must and a change would certainly make me to live more than anything else.

It was not that I didn’t like the old house. What was not there? When I moved in at the beginning, there were four girls and two guys, including me. It later became five girls and one guy, including me. What else do I need?! Is that fact alone suffice me enough to stay there till the time someone kicks me out of the bleady house. Everything inside the house was so perfect. Then why did I move out?!

Is this the case that there are three chicks, out of which two are desi’s who stay at my current accommodation? Or is it because of the fact that my uni is the next building to the one which I am staying at present? Or may be is it because that it is in a main road so there are problems of security in the nights when I come back home?

Whatever it is said and done, Sambhar is moving around big time inside Sydney.

(This post is the first one that I wrote while traveling in a local train)