I'm not a cat person..

Yeah right....

homesick

its true. i miss home. and im referring to the goan one here.
my trip in bangalore got spontaneously extended. TWICE. im not complaining. extra time back home is always good. but i DO miss goa.

i miss the birds i hear every morning. i miss the easy driving. i miss vc. i miss chandralekha. i miss my maid. i miss cooking. i miss walking over to the general stores across the street every morning in my shorts, without a care in the world. i miss how easy it is. i also miss how hard it sometimes is.

i know when im back in goa, il probably miss bangalore again (im kind of schizo that way), but i do miss goa. i miss that sense of settledness. which one can only feel at home. the feeling one misses when youre away.

goa = home.

the first supper

this was written on 11 March, way before any of the more recent developments around the home occurred.
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It’s been a mad few weeks. When I was here the last time around, we spent all our time house-hunting, finding the house and then carrying our gazillion bags and suitcases up to the house. This time around, all my time has been spent in cleaning, waiting for various Goan executives to answer my calls and show up at my doorstep with their respective services, and eating out. In fact the husband has been eating out for a month now. And we’re both quite sick of it.

Our gas connection isn’t here yet, because we need an affidavit in the husbands name in order to apply – something that the husband has had absolutely no time to do. Between the pressures of a new job, making a difference by spending extra hours at the office, drinking umpteen beers and eating out, he hasn’t been left with much time for anything else.

To cut a long story short, we haven’t started cooking at home as yet. Even though the kitchen has been cleaned up, rearranged, and the boxes with all my kitchen essentials almost fully unpacked!

But last night we decided to make do at home, and have our very first “home cooked meal” at the nest. On the menu was: beer, roasted cashew nuts, grilled cheese toasts, and chips if you felt like it.

I went to the supermarket earlier in the evening and we picked up some cheese slices, tomato-olive sandwich spread (which I instantly knew only I would enjoy more than the husband), Goan bread (which is an interesting variety of the Bombay pav – same texture and feel, in a different shape – and I loved it!), hot and sweet tomato ketchup, and a whole 24-pack carton of Tuborgs (FOR 19 RUPEES A BOTTLE. Beat that!)

The evening was spent in quiet solitude, being with each other, sharing news about the day and of possible things to come, plotting the weekends surprise (muhuhahaha!), some essentials for the house that are still pending (after the carpenter we bargained with rejected our call, we’re back to square one!), and talking about how this is the life I’ve always wanted. I’m forever grateful to VC for being the person that he is, and for bringing me closer to another dream.

The toasts turned out fine. Thankfully someone gifted me a toaster (the electric grilling sort) at the wedding, and I had stashed it away for a better day. It was totally handy last night! So while the night was quiet, the toasts anything but fancy and the ambience still a little run down (from all the unpacking that’s still left to be done), I’d have to say it was the best dinner I’ve had in a while.

developments

there have been more developments around the home :)

the cooking experiments continue. but more importantly, we now have a place to sit and eat our home cooked meals. this weekend, after SO MUCH furniture hunting we managed to get ourselves a new dining table!

last night anand and lekha (in picture) came over and cooked us a fantastic meal. cream cheese pasta, pepper chicken and an awesomely perfect caramel custard. which we were all so pleased with, given the amateur levels of equipment my kitchen sports.

thats us waiting to pounce on dinner!

thats anand, so pleased with his "non-eggy-spatula bits-woody-caramel custard"!

domesticated old me

washing machine - check!
aquaguard - check!
fridge - check!
curtains - check!
tv - check!
tata sky - check!
bank account - check!
maid - check!
gas connection and stove - check!

domesticated?
i sure think so.