Hooray/memories

Well I’m thrilled to say that I got my security deposit back from my landlord and now am 100% done with my apartment. It was quite stressful getting all those loose ends tied up but now I can relax; whew. Of course I’m a dingbat and forgot that the check has to have my name written exactly as my bank has it written; my bank account has my middle initial on it and the check doesn’t. So...in the logic that is Indian banking; I need to send a letter to the bank saying that yes, that check really is for me. You would think that the person writing the check would need to say it is okay…but I've learned that sometimes over here it is best to ignore logic. All that matters is that I got the security deposit back (landlords here are notorious for not paying back the deposit).
Anyway…last night I was out to dinner with my colleague and we were reminiscing about some of our first memories in India which now seem kind of funny. For example; both of us on our first night here sat in bed thinking “what have I done”. I was so hot and then the power went out and there were all these crazy sounds all around and I did not think I would make it through. But I made it through that first night and then some…
I also remembered the first time I went to Khan Market, which is one of the more upscale markets in Delhi. I was shown one of the “grocery stores” and I remember thinking that I would never shop there because it was such a small store with stuff piled a mile high on every wall…now I go there every few weeks because they have the best apples in the city.
I also remember the first time I went to buy milk; first I couldn’t find the milk guys in my market because they are at the very back; then I was confused because they don’t sell milk all day (which now makes sense to me because they get it delivered twice a day) and I couldn’t figure what type I wanted. To be honest I still haven’t figured out the type yet because they all seem like they are whole milk to me but apparently one of the three is slightly less fattening.
Its fun to remember some of those first moments because I feel like I’ve come so far and kind of conquered life in India.
So...Monday is a holiday, Holi. Maybe I’ll be brave this year and venture out and get covered in color…or maybe not. We’ll see.