Five years ago, it was Christmas. In London.
Five years ago, I had started this blog.

I had not thought the blog would survive these years.
I had not thought I would be going back to where this blog started. Well, not exactly the same place... not Leeds, but Oxford.

It's been a week that I left the house in Bombay, in which I have lived for four years, and am now sitting in a room of a house in which I have lived for 21 years, and have never quite left.

I realise that for the first time in a decade, this is the only home I have at a given moment. I am not spread out over multiple homes (rooms sometimes) - it's always felt like having a mother ship, with these tiny baby ships floating around. But, right now, there is just the mother ship, and I am in it. The only things floating around are a couple of mosquitoes.