We’re moving. From the city that has been home for 8 long years, we are finally stepping out. And honestly, it sucks.
For someone who hates monotony of any sort, I am pretty resistant to change. And the combination is downright ridiculous. Imagine one working very hard to settle things down, so that they would have some sort of semblance and routine in life, and actually managing to achieve it, only to call it boring at the very next instance. That would be me.
In the recent past, I did contemplate once in a while about not knowing where I was headed. And to an extent even complained about how there was just nothing to work towards anymore.But the moment an opportunity for any sort of change presented itself, I pretty much ran in the opposite direction, always. Hence proving that I am a person who revels in comfort zones. Like those puppies which would take some time to search for the perfectly welcoming spot, paw the ground, and loosen the earth around, and finally settle down there. For good. Safe, secure, comfortable.
What I forgot that in this whole ‘I want change, I am bored’, ‘No I don’t, I am happy ‘ phases that I went through so often, was that I was always involving one other person. And however puppy-like, the fact is that I am human, so I ensured it was the downs he knew more about.
Yep, The Dude. So somewhere down the path, The Dude made up his mind that a change was all that I wanted. Not that he went looking for it, he didn’t. He is as much of a puppy as I am. But one fine day, an opportunity presented itself again, and this time to him. And it was good in all ways, except that it meant change. But this time, the brain was washed enough to think that this was the moment that had been awaited all this while. So he decided to go ahead and grab it.
Ofcourse, I was in loop. I even goaded him, supported him, but the fact of the situation did not strike me until the day I was told that ‘So yes, we are moving’. And then, all hell broke loose. The weather in the city got awesome. The roads had no traffic. The tea-breaks at work seemed so much more fun. The work scenario got better. I was able to choose in a jiffy those photos we wanted to frame and hang above the bed but could never decide upon. My friends started making night out plans. In short, everything looked bright and sunny, because we had finally decided to move on, and I would miss everything here, because like idiots, we were leaving behind the best life one could ever have, Oh My God this couldn’t be happening.
Yep, that’s my state of mind at the moment. But the decision has been made, bags are being packed, endless calls to brokers are being made, ads are being placed to let out our beautiful home. There is still time but not enough. There is still work to be done, perhaps way too much. For all I know, the new place might be all I always wanted. It might even more beautiful, perfect, just the kind one would dream about. Life might be way better. We might settle down so well that coming back might get tough. You never know.
What I do know right now is that we are moving. It is official. And man, it sucks.