Hi all, I am back! We spent a wonderful three weeks in India, a time that was both exciting and restful in parts and were in London for a short but very sweet two-day stopover last weekend. More details of the trip will follow in my next few blog posts of course – there’s very little else that I think about these days! (I have been dreaming about India and friends and family in India every single night since we came back.)
My first day in office after the break and somebody asked, how does it feel to be back? Tough question, I thought. It feels good to be home (But where exactly is home?), to be welcomed back (and we did get a very warm welcome from everybody in office) and to be busy again. Getting back into the old and familiar routine feels good – work, morning meetings, boisterous office luncheons, relaxed weekday evenings, gymming, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, blogging, reading, catching up on my favorite serials and the excitement of looking forward to Fridays and planning our weekend outings.
But the question keeps popping up, are we really home? Where exactly is home? This beautiful and peaceful place that now seems so familiar and inviting, the house whose every nook and cranny is known to me, this cozy little world of two that we have built for ourselves so far away from all our loved ones? Or is home the warm, crowded, bustling and slightly overwhelming place where we grew up, where so many people think about us and ask for us and miss us everyday?
Tough question indeed! Impossible to explain all this to an American colleague, comfortably ensconced in her familiar surroundings, with family and friends at the most, perhaps, a hundred miles, and more likely, only some ten miles away. It feels good, I cheerfully replied instead.
Update: I forgot to add, thanks for all your encouraging comments and sound advice on my last post friends! It feels good to be back in the blogging world too!