Move 3 has been a snail. It has been moving slowly, dragging its feet (As I had whined here before). It is equal measures fascinating and ugly and boring. You want to stare at it for a while and then it gets boring as there is no action. Snail’s pace. I am at the verge of exhausting my patience levels and rediscovering new reserves of patience.

It is almost as if Move 3 has decided to be a lazy child dragging his feet along the grocery store aisles demanding bribes and throwing a tantrum. I am tired of meeting people because I don’t have answers to their questions. I hate the questioning looks and the eye rolls. I retreat to my shell, ignore the world hoping the morning sun will clear up the fog in front.

I stay locked in my own confused world of planning. I make lists, edit them and re-write them. I find solace in the organised lists. I stare at them all day. I change them around and stare at them. I know it is a time-wasting strategy because I rarely rely on lists. When the time comes, the list gets abandoned. But I need something to anchor all my time and thoughts on. Like the snail’s mucous trail, I leave my thoughts and time on lists.

I seek answers in the bottom of my wallet. I am constantly “checking for deals” online and offline. I have an enviable closet filled with great clothes now but I find myself craving for something more.

The days drag on. Well, August end is definitely time to get on the metal tube and head to our new home. It is almost here.