After my “off and on” stint in Mumbai for about 9 years, I finally decided to call it quits. It has been almost 45 days since I have been at home and am trying my best to settle down for domesticity. I have been striving to make my house into a home … From trivialities such as searching for a foldable shoe-rack to struggling with the suppliers of gas-pipe connections, I have done it all!! It has certainly been daunting and at times I did breakdown out of sheer frustration and exhaustion. The sluggishness with which people approach their work made me (at times) scream my lungs out. After all, expecting a certain degree of professionalism is not trying to reach for the moon! Apparently it is …
My initial 10 days gave me hell and I found myself entering into a screaming match with every single person around me … From the guy who installed the WiFi connection to the guy who came to install the security camera. It was only after I suffered my first breakdown, did I realise that the manner in which I had approached this process was flawed. The process should have given me immense joy and I should have learnt from every single interaction I had, be it with plumber or an electrician. Instead, I had approached it as a transaction with an unreasonably crunched timeline (well … when have transitions been reasonable with their timelines) and it was this attitude which had killed the joy of beautifying my house. I hadn’t befriended my neighbours and my trips to the market were extremely focused and more often than not exasperating. It all seemed like a competition to me in which I had to defeat myself to emerge a winner. It was then that I received this amazing whats app text from the most amazing person I know … My younger sister who is way older to me when it comes to being nature had written … “Baby, all the best with the process of settling down … Don’t attack it like you attacked your exam. Enjoy it and learn from it. Keep your angry and competitive self aside”. Such a simple message changed the way I looked at homemaking. On the 11th day when I found myself getting irked with my domestic help over some trivial issue, did I remember her text!!! It is okay to not be perfect at all times … It is okay to serve wine in champagne glasses and vice versa … It is okay to be imperfect. If the color of your wall doesn’t match the color of your carpet, don’t fret … IT’S OKAY!!!
With time … I started loving my house for what it is … For the sheer comfort it gave me; for the space it offered; the fact that I could spot peacocks from my balcony gave me immense joy. Being in Delhi and yet not being like Delhi is its best feature. Security of calling 4 walls your home made me peaceful from within. Today … 45 days later, I can proudly say … I might not have the most perfect house with the best possible furnishings, yet, I love it for being mine … I love it with all its imperfections and I love it for what it means to me!!!
My house is my home; it is not a museum … And homes look the best when they have been lived in!!!!
With love … Sugarsatchet