Life goes on. I move out of Princeton. I am nostalgic. There is lot of work to do before I leave though. It will keep me occupied - and one day, two months from now, I will be in a plane to India. What will be my feelings. How were these innings. The performance could have been better. The application could have been better. I was happy, I was destroyed, I was lonely and sad. I admired, I was relentless, I felt awed. Princeton showed me so many colors. I will move on. What will become of me? Will I learn? Will I grow? Will I contribute? Will I be valued, appreciated? Will I laugh and say again "I am so glad I did this"? Yeah, I am glad I did this - the post-doc with Pablo. An experience of a lifetime.
