Good bye... good riddance?

Ah, the sweet sensation of departures. Well, some departures. There had been a lot on my mind that I wanted to rant about, but owing to my imminent departure from this sterile country, I have been occupied with other matters. You know, closing accounts with friends, farewells at the bank, and brief goodbyes to luggage that falls outside the standard flight baggage allowance, and all the other usual affairs one has to settle when upping and going. So while I may yet write about some of those things that I meant to formerly talk about, it won't be in this post.

So, other than missed opportunities (whatever kind of opportunities they may have been), will I miss anything about this place? Perhaps, but nothing I can easily think of, so I will just wait for time to show me what I don't yet know. One thing I can say think of though, is people and things I did not get to know well enough

Am I looking forward to go back to India? I guess, but it is difficult to say so for certain, for more than one reason. For one, I will be jobless and will in all likelihood be living at home with my parents, something I haven't done in 18 years. For two, as a consequence, I will probably be helping my dad start a school, which is kind of difficult, considering I have no knowledge of and little interest in running any business. All the same, I am moving again (to Bangalore this time), and that is something I can't complain about. Plus, I will end up learning something new (setting up a school, running a business) and compared to some of the useless shit that jobs have taught me, this is infinitely better.

Anyway, back here in London, the weather is sucking as always. Sure as hell won't miss this. Good riddance too, to drunk shenanigans (others', not mine) that stop being funny quite early on in the evening. Political correctness, a welcome and eager goodbye! Unsmiling faces on public transport, up yours. Self-righteous useless rights activists, fuck you too.

Before this degenerates in to a abusive rant, I will stop and remember people like the bartender last night who was only too sad to see me leave, and gave me 2 bottles of wine as a present. No, not a place I frequent. It was the first (and obviously the last) time I had been there. Good fellow, good wine.

Adios Lund-on.