Moving is not as easy as it used to be in the past. When we moved from a tiny two room shack to our next level of residence, eleven years ago, we could fit all our earthly possessions into a fish-cart and be done with the move in one hour. A decade later, the next move took an era, with multiple trips of the truck to and fro to move the mountainous materialistic possessions that we have accumulated – pretty disgusting, I tell you. I dread to think of a possible next move. We’d probably need a giant space ship or something.
The new house is, as I mentioned before, beautiful. After initial hiccups, we have finally settled in. Stuff has been unpacked, new furniture bought (Gosh, more stuff ), and measurements taken for curtains and frills, which will be fitted in a couple of days. The purse is considerably lighter but I suspect the expenses have been well worth it.
I have a lovely kitchen now – most people know that the kitchen in my old house was my cross to bear – it was small, had open shelves and generally messy all the time because, well, open shelves does that; entering the kitchen would put me in bad mood. This new one is marginally larger, but has sufficient, closed storage space, and therefore, I suspect, would be far less messy than before.
The yard is huge, and my friend, G, who dropped in said “wow, you can hold a wedding in here”. I don’t have a green thumb, but that has never stopped me from struggling with plants, has it?
The best part of the house in my opinion is a cement bench in the front yard, under a ginormous canopy of a mango tree. It is bang at the center of a natural tunnel caused by adjacent buildings, and the channel-wind throughout the day is amazing. I sat a few times in solitude on the bench and it was most conducive to meditation, except that the bench is also a monkey track, and there are periodic march past of primates as I sit in silence – they ignore me, and I, them. I look forward to more such moments.
Those are the good parts. The not-so-good part is that moving is stressful, and tiresome, and it shows. The family is on the edge, ready to pounce on each other – I even lost my temper once and yelled, which is very rare for me. This too, hopefully, will pass and relative peace would return soon.
So, that’s why I have been AWOL.