Days of packing, weeks of planning and finally the day had come. I was going to leave the college hostel once and for all. It didn't really hit me until the day of. Until then, I was just going about with my work, glad that I was finally moving out. The potpourri of emotions I felt on the day, was overwhelming to say the least.
First of all, I felt panic and fear. Fear induced by change, fear of a new place, new friends, new atmosphere. It was indeed incredulous. The next thing I remember feeling was sadness. Sadness that I would miss the hostel and its familiarity, the few friends I had made here and, oddly enough, the feeling that this was home. Speaking of home, I remember feeling a sense of deja vu, because this situation was eerily familiar. Three years ago, I had left my home, back in Ooty, to come to this very hostel in Chennai.
It was hard, I cannot deny that. It actually felt like leaving home, despite that fact that I hadn't made many lasting friendships here. Perhaps it was just that there were people who knew me and accepted me. Nevertheless, I was not going to back out of it - I knew that much. So I went ahead and made that call to the taxi which arrived half an hour later; in what seemed like a very short time, I was speeding away from the place which had been my home for the past three years.
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