New Abode!

It’s the simple things that always give you the most pleasure. The empty place where the walls are staring right back at you and anything you say echoes back but at the same time the heart is so full of joy. Boxes all around and yet all I have is a smile on the face. It’s moments like this which make everything worth living for. It’s been a few days we moved into our new abode and all I see is boxes around me waiting to be opened. I’m moving at a snail’s pace. It’s like I’m hit by a lightening. I have no reason to rush into opening each and every box right now. I want to savor this moment of being here. The emptiness of the home but still so full. The smell of fresh paint on the walls. The fluffiness of the new carpet which hasn’t been walked upon. The birds chirping outside and the echoes of the people chattering bouncing right off the walls. If this isn’t blissful then what is?!

They say buying a home is the most important tick on the bucket list. And who am I to deny that. But right now it certainly doesn’t feel like that. Maybe in time I’d be more at ease and have time to think and breathe. Right now I am just too busy checking out the neighbors and what they are upto. It’s oddly satisfying to peek out of your window into your neighbor’s backyard and check out their activities. And while I say that I’d like to assure I mean no harm. It’s the curiosity that makes you do stuff. And maybe they’d be doing exactly that when I’m not looking. Who knows?

As much as I’m in awe of this neighborhood, there is one thing that disturbs me however. It’s the silence which sometimes gets a tad over bearing. It’s as if they’ve been hit by a thunderstorm or their voices have been taken away. Some people would probably love this but I’m freaking out. Will need some more time to settle in and enjoy the tranquility. Not everyday you can claim to be in peace and solitude so let me enjoy while this lasts.

Packing and Unpacking!

In every heart, there is a place called home. A place where you come back after a long day’s work and know you would get some peace and rest. Then it doesn’t matter what the size of the home is. They often say that people living in palaces could be as unhappy as some of the people living in a cottage. The home is where the heart is. And the heart is where the loved ones are. You’d be a family of four living in a one bedroom apartment and still be grateful because of the people living in it.

Packing the whole house can be intimidating. I've been in the comforts of my home for more than 6 years and the idea to move gives me the jitters. It's a bittersweet feeling. The convenience of knowing the people, the area and the surroundings will no longer be there. But what would be there is the excitement of moving into your own home. The place which would be yours forever and which would be decorated / painted / set up the way you like.

As the feeling sinks in, it also brings in all the good times spent in this house. All the celebrations and milestones that happened here.  And as much as I'd like to pack up the whole place and rush to my new abode, there is a void that will be filled only with time. Or maybe I may not even get the time to think as the unpacking would start fast enough. Only time would tell how I’d fair.