As I may have mentioned, I moved again this past month. Fortunately, though, this move was quite voluntary, because a friend wanted me to go in on a share right in my neighborhood, and this seems like a better situation than I was in before. My room, in particular, though small, is much more airy than the one I was in before, as it looks out over a backyard (to which we have exclusive access) and thus even seems as though it’s surrounded by nature somewhat. This is far different from the last room, which was surrounded by brick walls, with a view out the window of another window and a brick wall.
But while there might be more nature right outside my window, the street itself is a bit more industrial, because it’s at the south end of the neighborhood, right off Queens Boulevard, and there are a few gas stations, mechanics’ shops, and car dealerships right in that vicinity.
Two doors away from me, there’s a lot with some cars in it near a big sign that says “Punjab Motors.”
And as soon as I glimpsed the phrase “Punjab Motors,” this scene flashed into my mind: