February Twenty-Fourteen.

We got mail yesterday! Rob’s grandma (we call her Grandma Beach) loves sending us packages and this one is full of yummies. Lots and lots of chocolate which isn’t necessarily the best news for us because when there’s chocolate loaded in the fridge, there’s no stopping us. It’s a good thing I like to bake and there are people around who can help consume what I bake!

Last night, as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep and trying to quieten my thoughts, something dawned on me… “Oh no, I love this life, I love this apartment, I’ve actually become attached to it and can’t imagine living somewhere else and it’s going to be so hard eventually when we have to move.”

It’s a funny thing, life. You wouldn’t believe how many tears I shed agonising about living in Bombay before we got married, and on our honeymoon and even after we got married. And now here I am all HOW CAN I EVER LEAVE THIS PLACE?!

Of course there are still hard days and I don’t doubt that there will be more in the future but right now, in this process of not just accepting but embracing this period, this city, this country of mine that I love-hate, I’m OK. It’ll be OK.

Ha.