“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans”.John Lennon
It has happened to me; it has happened to you; it has happened to everyone.
2015 – I was busy as well as super excited about my new house moving-in preparations. I had planned everything. I knew how I wanted my house to look like. I had shortlisted the wallpapers and color themes for each room. I knew which pictures would I love to see everyday in a family collage. I chose curtains keeping the color themes in mind.
Did I say I had an excel tracker to record the smallest of the details? Sounds crazy, yes, but that’s how I had been. Even as a child, I always planned my annual visits the moment the holiday calendar was out. My friends used to be amazed by the clarity of my travel plans (mostly to relatives’ houses); in January, I would know who I shall meet in October.
Owning a house is a dream for everyone; why would I not plan for this lifetime moment? I had been waiting for this day for long. We had booked our house in 2011 and had been staying in a relative’s house since five years.
As the time approached closer, my husband and I started making daily visits to check on interior progress. These visits helped me figure out the shortest route from the office to our new address. Meanwhile, I also did my research to identify playschool options and then chose one my son would go to.
27th Jun 2015 – our four years-long wait came to an end and we moved in to ‘our’ house. We had a small housewarming party with only the immediate family members making through the invitation list. The first house is always special; especially, when you have yourself earned to make that dream come true. Both my husband and I were extremely happy, so were our families. It was such a wonderful feeling that had taken over us.
We spent about a month settling down, understanding the nuances of staying in a gated society, recruiting house helps, identifying neighborhood shops for essential services, and figuring out a new routine in general. Our son, Varenya started going to a nearby playschool. My travel time fell from three hours to one hour and that suddenly increased the number of hours I had in a day. I started spending a lot more time at home. As a result, I got an opportunity to observe and be with my toddler.
Everything was just perfect. Complete bliss.
Who was there on the call? What message did the caller convey?
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