It’s already been a year since I moved to Ulm, so I decided to do the customary walk down memory lane (also because nostalgia usually revives the dormant writer in me). It all began last February when I got my visa, booked the tickets and started packing my luggage full swing for the big move. Prioritizing on what made its way into my suitcases was a task by itself. Everything was finally set for my departure and I had a morning flight from my hometown, Chennai. After the procedures at the airport I sat, book in hand, to wait for my flight that was delayed by two hours. I hoped I would be on time for my connecting flight in Delhi. I made my way into Delhi at the exact time that my next flight was scheduled for its final boarding. I frantically ran into the international connections corridor and was guided to the terminal of my next flight by a friendly staff from the airline. It was a relief when I finally sat by my window seat in the airplane after all the running across termina...