When I was watching Ang Lee’s The Life of Pi the other day, one of my favourite movies about religion/God, just watching it for my own sake.
I had no idea that this film was about the terrible things that could happen when you migrate to another country, leaving your old country behind. In this sense the narrator almost gets eaten by a tiger.
Anyway, I keep trying to finish and update this blog, but I guess I have too much to say. Which is probably a good thing because I have to finish a book proposal for a week’s time, exactly from today. I haven’t done that much of it, but a good amount I think, I think this kind-of thing percolates in the brain anyhow.
I don’t know what the schedule for updating the blog will be, but I’ll try to keep my best at it.
I feel like a book version of this will delve much more into my relationship with myself, so that it won’t just be about my grandma anymore. I also realised recently that there is such a veneer of fake-dom with my family, and the glory of going away brings it closer. My therapist, going on holiday for three weeks in August, told me that as soon as someone is about to leave you think only of the good things about them. We (therapist and me) had been having conflict. I’m not really sure what about exactly, but there are situations where I can’t be honest with her. I see her as a mother character type, and there are things that I do not want to discuss with her.