I have been moving around quite a bit since I was a child, courtesy dad’s bank job. My dad’s colleagues always had a tough time getting their kids to adjust to the new place, new school etc. But not my dad, he had a daughter who used to beg him to get a transfer. I have always been happy moving, and in fact I was excited to be the new girl in schools. New place, new house, new room, new views fascinated me and still do. For me it was like a makeover and you don’t get all worried about adjusting to your new hairstyle. It was as simple as that.
Even after I started working I simply couldn't do the same job at the sample place for long (my view of time). I get the itch, I start questioning myself, what am I doing here? My life’s purpose can’t be sitting here producing reports after reports; I have to be destined for something bigger (I know I read too many fairy tales). So I resign. I just up and go!
Well, one of the reasons I got married was that I could move to Chennai from Bombay. But look who I got married to, a guy who has been living in one city and studying in the same school/college from kindergarten to graduation. He did move out for post graduation and work and that’s why he is here; but loves Cochin so much, that is where he would rather be. I really love Cochin and all; but settling down? I never really get why people want to settle down. It is not about liking a place; it is like saying, I love mangoes and I am going to keep eating mangoes for the rest of my life!
So, now that I live with this guy, I just can’t up and go. So, I do the next best thing; I re-arrange the furniture; change the drapes, the bed covers, restock the fridge; change the dinner cuisine, get new books, anything to feel a change. When that doesn’t suffice, we take a trip, which is the guy’s idea of change. But visiting a new place is not the same as living in a new place.
I wanted a change from Chennai so badly that I almost agreed to move to Cochin when the guy wondered if we should send our kid, who by the way is still in our heads, in the same school he went to for fifteen years, which even I went to for some time. I could almost imagine the teacher telling my kid “You are just like your mother – always dreaming in class, pay attention” or “Stop annoying throwing things at the girls, stop behaving like your dad”. I simply can’t let our kid receive the leftover scolding from our teachers. That did it. No moving in sight. I am back to changing bed covers.
Even after I started working I simply couldn't do the same job at the sample place for long (my view of time). I get the itch, I start questioning myself, what am I doing here? My life’s purpose can’t be sitting here producing reports after reports; I have to be destined for something bigger (I know I read too many fairy tales). So I resign. I just up and go!
Well, one of the reasons I got married was that I could move to Chennai from Bombay. But look who I got married to, a guy who has been living in one city and studying in the same school/college from kindergarten to graduation. He did move out for post graduation and work and that’s why he is here; but loves Cochin so much, that is where he would rather be. I really love Cochin and all; but settling down? I never really get why people want to settle down. It is not about liking a place; it is like saying, I love mangoes and I am going to keep eating mangoes for the rest of my life!
So, now that I live with this guy, I just can’t up and go. So, I do the next best thing; I re-arrange the furniture; change the drapes, the bed covers, restock the fridge; change the dinner cuisine, get new books, anything to feel a change. When that doesn’t suffice, we take a trip, which is the guy’s idea of change. But visiting a new place is not the same as living in a new place.
I wanted a change from Chennai so badly that I almost agreed to move to Cochin when the guy wondered if we should send our kid, who by the way is still in our heads, in the same school he went to for fifteen years, which even I went to for some time. I could almost imagine the teacher telling my kid “You are just like your mother – always dreaming in class, pay attention” or “Stop annoying throwing things at the girls, stop behaving like your dad”. I simply can’t let our kid receive the leftover scolding from our teachers. That did it. No moving in sight. I am back to changing bed covers.
