Home Again?

There was a proposition made by my mother this week, and I am strongly considering it. The house in Andheri, the place I grew up and have the most fond memories of my childhood, was under consideration for sale. This place was home to me for the first 14 years of my life, and holds a strong link to the heart. Since we shifted out from there, it has had a stream of people living in, from newly-weds to nearly half a dozen bachelors. I have met most of the people who dwelled within those walls, since they were contacts of friends, they had visited us at home, or I'd seen them when we went to sign the agreement papers.
Recently, after many years, the house was empty, bereft of any tenants. So my parents decided to do-up the place and put it up for sale. They wanted to spruce it up a bit, so it looked presentable to the prospective buyer. When I called to enquire how the tidying up was coming along, mom said it needs work - painting of walls, fixing tiles in the bathroom and tightening some nuts and bolts. Then she suddenly blurted out, "This place would work out well as a studio apartment if we knocked down the wall. Would you want to live here?" I was surprised, shocked and suddenly elated at the idea of going back to live in that sweet, warmth-filled house. To add icing to the tempting idea, she went further to say, "You can live there alone and we will come visit on the weekends, or you can come see us in town."
In my head I said, "Woo hoo! Am I dreaming, or has my mom just found the perfect formula to woo me back to Mumbai?" She went on to explain, "All the media-type jobs are based mainly in Andheri or in the close-by suburbs. So you would definetely not want to do so much travelling. And prospects in Mumbai are several times better than B'lore." I totally, totally agree.
This is like 'having my cake and eating it too'!
I am super-duper excited with the prospect of getting to live in that lovely house, all by myself, with no questions on 'what time are you coming home; no, we'll wait till you get home', 'did you have lunch', 'who is dropping you back home', 'why aren't you back yet', 'whom are you on the line for so long', 'should I make dinner'. I miss all that pampering, but I really would prefer NOT having over-concerned parents around since I've really gotten used to being responsible and taking care of myself.
So if anyone knows of even a half-decent job in writing, media, communication in Mumbai, I wanna know! I will put my skates on, and coming zooming to my all-time favourite city in the whole world, which is a country in itself (really!), only if we weren't attached with that thin strip with the rest of India :D