The mean reds....

It's almost time to say goodbye to Rosslyn but as the day is approaching I don't find myself celebrating at all. All the eagerness that was overflowing a month ago is reduced to just a trickle now. P almost got angry with me for this 'lack of feeling'! I don't know what exactly makes me sad. May be it's the fact that I hardly did anything in these four months. It's always been my dream to travel to places and to see and know new things. So here I was, in a brand-new place with so much of free time and what did I do? Probably with the kid around, it was wrong of me to have expected anything. Alright, some day I'll return to this place and do what I like!
Oh, I'll miss the library too. Hope British Library won't let me down.
Yet, I am glad to go home! Glad to be among the known faces, with the loved ones, along the familiar lanes and roads....I do have a lot to look forward to...

So what will it be finally?

So long, farewell, I hate to say goodbye....or.... I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie..?