I am
writing this article from our new home where we have recently moved. It is the
fourth house since we shifted to Bombay and with each experience I am learning to keep calm
amidst sporadic lurches that become part of such major changes. Of course, I have my share of most frustrating moments too but I guess I am doing great considering the way our house looks currently after completing one week here!
My emotions are in a bit wobbly state remembering the fabulous time and the special, beautiful memories and experiences we had in our old home. There are moments when I still miss that home and wish to go back there.
Life since past three weeks has been immensely crazy and completely disrupted. Each day has been bustling with extraordinary activities making me scatter in all possible directions and I have struggled very hard to maintain sage like patience amidst all the chaos and maddening confusion that packing, unpacking and reorganizing have entailed.
It is interesting to see how shifting a house can make one understand a few things that otherwise go unnoticed! It is hard to see anything with clarity and objectivity when we are in middle of it and during the process of moving our house I realized to my surprise that I have
been quite a hoarder! Why do we find it hard to let go of things? Wonder why is it so hard to part with something that has outlived memories, emotions associated with it? Perhaps the gap between vacating our old house and organizing our new house made me realize that maybe I am chasing more than I truly need!
Setting up a house is very exhaustive, frustrating and yet creatively gratifying experience for someone like me who absolutely loves decorating my home. It is like having a huge blank canvas waiting to be painted! I prefer our home to be a very personal space that resonates with essence of the people living in it, even in most unstated corners. I love my home to be inviting where people feel welcome, pampered, absolutely cozy and at ease with the spirit of our home.
I have already started receiving incessant calls from friends and relatives keenly waiting to pay us visit and check how the new house has come up but I am secretly hoping they would give me a break for few days as I can’t wait to throw my “things to do list” and run away to a quiet place for some time. I wish there is some divine intervention to make that happen, really! 
