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03/02/2013

Full speed...

January 2012. I move to Delhi. For life. Or not. At least for a long time. But as often when planning, life decides otherwise. But I don’t know it yet...

January. Norman (my cat) and I land in Delhi, in the cold but happy!

I find an apartment, I have furniture made, I decorate, I struggle to get gas cylinders, I fight to get the internet, I survive the turbulences of electricity and I am finally at home. Or rather we are, I and my favorite Indian. 

I set up the local business unit with all the difficulties one could think of and try to manage as best as I can my other responsibilities - not easy to do two front at the same time! I spend every Saturday working. But it is not so bad since my favorite Indian is also starting his own business and doesn’t really have any time left for us...

 

June. The extreme heat has settled and even ACs have given up fighting it. I now have a puppy a home – some people make babies when their couple crumble; I preferred taking it easy and started with a Rottweiler...  

My best friend arrives from Malaysia and stays with me for two months. Her being there was a blessing that helped me go through the breaking-up months. And beside we rediscovered each other and I discovered a soul mate… A year dedicated to friendship as I also became true friend with my gang of Indian girlfriends who met me every Friday night to drink Long Island Iced Teas. 

 

And then the travelling starts. Professional (especially overseas) travel plus my need of big empty disconnected spaces – I find the most such places in India: Spiti Valley and the Andamans Islands. Incredible journeys. And then Spain, France and Portugal.

 

October arrives. The break-up is consumed and I don't feel as lost as I had always thought I would. I had met him almost immediately after arriving in India and since I had built a life around him, I always thought I would jump on the first plane to France if things would end between us. Quite not. I realised I could still live in India without him.  

 

The last months of the year are filled with almost weekly trips to Mumbai which makes my return in January almost natural – as if this year in Delhi had just been a long trip.

 

January 2013. Despite being really sick, I finish up my professional commitments in Delhi (and there are many in this beginning of the year) and sell all my furniture in a few days.

 

And one fine evening, Norman (my cat) and I land in Mumbai, in the warmth and happy!  

I rediscover Mumbai, parties, concerts, sunset happy hours, friends, running on the beach... 

I learn a new job – I definitely cannot say that I am getting bored in this company!

 

It kind of took me two months to digest 2012 and get back to writing. 

 

An intense year where I feel like I "broke" everything (only to start rebuliding!). I learned a new job, discovered another Indian city, met great people, rediscovered the feeling of freedom you get when driving a car, travelled, lost ten kilos. It was super tough but I survived. And I got so much!

 

A year 200% IndianSamourai! 

India, here I am and here I stay (at least for now). 

 

india,delhi,mumbai

Photo taken in Portugal in December 2012

 

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