We moved, again

After a great New Year service in our Mysore church in 2015, January just whizzed and Pramod had to make some hard decisions with regards to a job situation. We went ahead with the job change and he left for Canada in February. The kids and myself lived in Mysore, through several sick weeks and wrapped up our apartment towards end of March and moved to Chennai to my parents for few weeks. Once more, a 35 yr old supported by patient parents who just welcome us back and put up with our zillion moves. We joined Pramod mid April and went through the postpartum period yet again to setup a functioning household in Canada. Sparing the logistics of selling, buying and the packing, unpacking stories I will just summarize that we survived. Survived past the joy of looking forward to something new, past the pain of good byes and lost friends and the biggest pain of moving thousands miles away from family, to a place where we know nobody- not one. Mysore holds a deep place in our hearts and will continue to do so.

The bane of 'this is better here' and 'that was better there' does haunt me on and off, but that is the bane of having lived in several cities and countries. It does me good to just realize that and see past the criticisms and sarcasms my dark soul brings up time to time. We need a job, a work, a profession for being and we go where that takes us. This is what I kept telling my mother in law back home and in a recent conversation, she rightfully reminded me of the same. Living in one of the costliest cities in the world, with a bloated beyond comparison real estate market- I sure needed the reminder to keep me afloat.

But in all these years and moves, I have attained the zen of just being in the moment and giving the best for that moment. Regardless of where, how and what you live in - the essence of life remains. That essence needs to be protected, nourished and cherished. So, here we are back in the business of kids, routines and preserving the spirit, soul and body. I smell and breathe the crisp mountain air, walk through the woods, listen to the birds and revel in its purity. My soul's release.