hum toh chale...

So we are moving to a new apartment. After nearly dying of checking out online ads for apartments, calling up lettings agent after agent, viewing potential apartments, at long last, we found a place we can call our home for the next 6 months at least.

It has been a frustrating process - first we could not make up our minds about where to stay, then about how much we could afford to spend, whether we wanted a 1-bedroom or 2-bedroom..i was just about ready to tear out my eye lashes in despair when the darling sent me details about a potential apartment which seems just about the right one we were looking for - halfway between his place of work and mine, spacious and just about the price we could afford without having to live on bread and water.

It is so different from CA. i mean, over there, finding an apartment never seemed that much of a deal. You have the choice of many good apartment complexes. Over here, it is the letting agent carrying out the negotiation between you and the private landlord.

Anyway, all that is behind us now. We are moving in tomorrow. i know he does not expect me to move my lazy ass and slither off the bed to pack the things. Just to prove him wrong, i packed (ok, stuffed) the two gaint luggages, cleaned up the drawers and even threw away the two oranges that have been keeping me company for about three weeks now! i just want to see his face when he comes back from the office and notice how i have been such a dutiful bharatiya nari!!

i sometimes wonder how it would have been like if we had not decided to come over here. We would have moved into our new place by now - we would have had the griha parvesh party..we would have fought over the choice of furniture and oven and curtains...we would have agonised about whether to give the old place out to rent or keep it...we would have been roasted in the summer heat..but it would have been home....

Where do i belong? Is it worth it staying away from the people you love? ummm..i don't know. Sometimes, i feel the whole world is my home and at times, i long for that little piece of land i could call home. Sometimes, i want to live out of my suitcase, at times i feel like i never want to pack another suitcase again. i want to spread my wings and fly --and yet, i want to grow roots to tie me to some place.

Hum toh he pardes me
Desh me nikla hoga chand
Apne chaat ke angaan pe
tanha hoga chand...