In the past 6 years, we have shifted houses 5 times. You could say that I am used to the entire process of packing, unpacking, selling and letting go of things. But, it sure doesn’t take away the hassle and especially when there are other trips that fall back to back. At the end of last month, we visited Pune to my brother and sister in-law’s new nest for house warming ceremony; Diwali celebration and family get together. I met one of my cousins after 10 years. Late night gossip, so much laughter! It was a blast. Soon after that, we went to Noida for another house warming ceremony as my in-laws bought a new house. There was another family reunion, lot of indulgence and so much fun!
And now, we are off to California for a new beginning. Yes, we are moving back to the same place and I am looking forward to it.
Such moves always invoke mixed feelings. I will miss these family gatherings, catching with my friends and authentic Indian food. But at the same time, I am excited to meet my friends back in US and I can’t wait to eat some good burgers.
The only thing that is freaking us right now is the lengthy travel time. When we moved back to India two years back, Avyan was 4 months old. That journey was smooth as cream. He slept through the entire flight; there was no fuss and very less tears. This time, I am sure it’s not going to be that easy. So please do send us as much luck as possible.
We fly to California in two days and before I leave, I wanted to share my last post of the year. A simple, rustic white bread that I baked in my tiny oven, before I sold it off. I just needed that fresh comforting aroma in between the workload.