So here I am, sitting in my room at midnight, getting all worked up about the upcoming moving day. Yes, I am moving to a new city again and yes I just moved less than a year ago. Change is the only constant they say 😀 This time I am moving to Bangalore.
Guess what, I like changing cities; it keeps the creepy monotony monster away. And this ain't the first or toughest city change of my life. As a matter of fact, it could be the easiest one. The move is inevitable as my husband's job is in the new city and he has moved a month before me to settle things in the new city. He has also arranged all the moving and packing for me and we have an extremely loving cousin's family helping us with everything. But in my head, this seems to be the toughest moving day and the reason is pretty straightforward - my little baby. I am trying to stay positive as this is a good move and the end result should be good too. However every part of the moving process is making me nervous when I look at it with a baby in tow.
Guess what, I like changing cities; it keeps the creepy monotony monster away. And this ain't the first or toughest city change of my life. As a matter of fact, it could be the easiest one. The move is inevitable as my husband's job is in the new city and he has moved a month before me to settle things in the new city. He has also arranged all the moving and packing for me and we have an extremely loving cousin's family helping us with everything. But in my head, this seems to be the toughest moving day and the reason is pretty straightforward - my little baby. I am trying to stay positive as this is a good move and the end result should be good too. However every part of the moving process is making me nervous when I look at it with a baby in tow.
