If we were having coffee...part 1

(I picked this theme from the Gal next door's blog here and loved it, doing a similar one)

...I would have told you how I am living in a countdown mode. And going crazy with so many things to close out. I seriously think am carrying this packing thing too far and still not managing to get to the top of it...

...That I always write my posts on the days I get up early and have me-time....

....That I love to listen to the sounds of the morning in the neighbourhood...that I was tempted to buy stuff from the tarkari-seller who goes by with his cart, one of the last few times, and didn't. But I will buy flowers from the flower-seller before I leave. And the sounds of people on the go is something I will miss in the pin-drop silence of the new place...

...That I want to live in my own country as much as I need to be with my husband, and all of us together as a family. Also that grey and brown are the colours I associate with the place I am moving to, and I hope it changes this time...

...That I am feeling lost about what I will do with myself once I get there. I know it will take some time for the kids settle down and of course there is so much to do with regards to self improvement...it is going to be back to one day at a time...Also I feel it will be a bigger change for kids, yet I am thinking about my self...

...That this time I have resolved to conquer my fear of driving and put it behind me for good...

...That it will take me some time getting used to being as a family and we all will need to make those adjustments...

...That I am steeling myself to the fact that I may not see my mom again...

...That I will miss the walk to music Mami's house, the pale green soothing colour on the outside, the bare room except for the chaapes on the floor, the statue of Saraswati with her veena, electric diyas, and the Shruti box,,,and Mami's wonderful voice... an environment which speaks to me of practice, discipline, traditions and hardwork...

...That I will miss so many things about the life we are leaving behind and also the fact that it will never be the same again, even when we visit....

..That I hope I can find a friend to drink coffee with in the new place and also am acceptful of the fact that if it is not the case will not fret about it....be thankful for all the wonderful people I can be in touch virtually.....



...Do tell me what you have been doing, thinking, reading, listening...I would love to hear from you :)


Comments

  1. Uma18 August 2016 at 10:28

    Vibha, for some reasons, this post tugged at my heart. I know you're going through a gamut of emotions and it's and was never easy. Good luck to you, always. Happy that the Visa came by.

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    1. Chatty Wren18 August 2016 at 14:39

      Thank you Uma...Yes, its a change and never easy to negotiate, even if it is the second time around.

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