There is no place like home

7:37 AM

 


I spent last week in Lucknow, visiting family for Diwali and travelling for the first time since June 2019. I don't know if it's me getting older, or the "Pandemic effect" but this trip has had me feeling a bit stressed. 

To be fair, I'm not much of travel person, I am quite happy to sink in a pile of cushions with a good book and a cup of tea at home. The pandemic lockdown did not annoy me because we had to stay home as much as it might have affected others, it only grated on my nerves because the option to go out for an hour or so was removed and because it came with stupid restrictions on non-essential purchases. 

It's not that I hate travelling, it's that I don't really crave it as much as other people. This time though, I'd rather have stayed home. We are still in the middle of a kitchen renovation drama, as a surface designer, November is a busy month during which Christmas designs must be released as the Holidays shopping window is quite small, and on top of everything I had to deal with a bit of anxiety leaving my dog with a dog sitter. 
Some of you might remember that in June 2019, we headed to Lucknow and left our almost 13 years old lab with a kennel only to be called in the wee hours of a morning to be told she passed away in her sleep. 
She was old, we expected her to pass away anytime soon, but it still left a bit of a trauma because it happened when we were away. So much so, that leaving my now 2 years old Shih Tzu came with the fear of history repeating itself, a kind of PTSD reaction. 

I had fun this past week, I got to rest, I got to enjoy some much cooler weather and blissful cup of teas in 17 degrees on the roof top, I even picked up a captivating book at a bookstore (affiliate link). We made memories, spend quality time with family, but more than ever before : 

It was good to be back home

I don't think I ever missed my own bed, and my own home as much before. I'm thinking us spending close to 2 years exclusively at home coping with a pandemic and trying to work out a new normal probably has a lot to do with it. 
It took us all a while to find our "pandemic sea legs", create a new routine, a new lifestyle and pretty much get used to being at home that being taken out of that new comfort zone was probably a lot more stressful than it would have been in pre-covid times. 
I also noticed the change in how personal space is treated at my in-law's place, before the pandemic, it was common for all of us to go from one bedroom to the next, and the living room was quite rarely used. Now, it seems that the living room became the social room it never was, and the bedrooms took the role of "privacy spheres". 
Something that as a European I understand and always preferred, I find it interesting how the mandatory house arrest situation we all have had to deal with since March 2020 has affected households that culturally placed a lot less importance on personal space.

As I grow "older" or rather wiser, I carved myself a life from which I don't really need a vacation from. Which could also explain why I really value my home and miss it more. 

A few years ago, a friend came to visit after being away from Mumbai for a while and said "I don't know how you do it living in this urban jungle without loosing your mind". I told her that it probably  was because I was happy and content and had created the proverbial life from which one doesn't really need a break from. 

I realised during the pandemic that all I need to be happy is a cozy home decorated to my taste, my dog, meeting my friends for lunch regularly and being able to draw and create cute designs. 
I really got to that point at which, there really is no place like home. 

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