Two years

Two years—

Since I last saw my parents in the flesh.

Since I took my first photo of Autumn leaves.

Since I registered for a library membership card.

Since I told myself my future’s changed for the better.

Two years—

Since I started living with truly multi-cultural housemates.

Since I rolled my eyes at the seven types of tinned tomatoes.

Since I learnt that using three onions for every meal is a luxury.

Since I realised the grass isn’t greener on the other side.

Two years—

Since I considered my creative writing seriously.

Since I began pursuing my own twisted path.

Since I appreciated currency conversions.

Since I left India and landed in Canberra.