hmmm....

It was a dream i had last night. One of my friends was visiting me during Diwali at my place. Nothing strange about the dream. It was just that "my place" was really my parents place and not my in-laws place. Close to two years of marriage, my subconcious has difficulty calling the place where i live, home. Even though i saw it built brick by brick, was part of every decision that was made and decorated the place myself. I guess more than 25 years of calling something yours can't be changed. My parents house will always be MY home. :)

Yeh Tera Ghar Yeh Mera Ghar....

Seeing a house turning into a home is an exciting journey. Its like a piece of clay being moulded into something meaningful right before your eyes. And thats what we have been going through these past few months building a new home for ourselves.

At the end of each day, we would rush back home from work to see what amount of progress had happened. The walls have come up, the windows have been installed, the tiles have been laid on the floor. And then dreaming up of all the nice things what color you want the walls, what furniture would look good, the color of the curtains . We painstakingly researched, measured, matched, compared every thing that went into the making of our new home!

And then it happened, what we were waiting for almost a year. We moved into our new home yesterday. After all the arduous task of packing up and moving all the belongings, entering the new house filled us with excitement and a strange feeling as everything felt new and unfamiliar. It doesn't matter that the curtains haven't been installed yet or our entire belongings are still boxed, or that the smell of fresh paint lingers, or that the furniture we ordered is yet to be delivered but its still feels good to be home. :)