I read an article this morning… It was an article about white privilege, and chronicles the life of a woman who had lived in India. I found it to be misleading, at least. To be fair, everyone’s experiences are different, and maybe the author’s experiences are genuine – it’s just obvious that she hasn’t lived in India for very long. I saw myself in her post, a very new-to-India and naïve me.
Our apartment is finally finished! Kind of..? We’re missing two windows in the living room and the kitchen has no stove or shelves (let alone cupboards), but it was close enough. Had I waited for these things to happen, we might not have moved in for six more months! Oh procrastination is mighty strong, in our corner of India.
Many moons ago, I tried to convince my husband (in a conversation on Whatsapp) that we needed to live with his family, when I returned to India. Finances were tight, we needed more clients and we weren’t getting them, and as much discomfort as it caused me to follow certain traditions and formalities, it was less lonely than living in Delhi. I was looking forward to more than one set of hands, helping me with Baby N, to say the least. Nonetheless, he wasn’t thrilled about it – even if I felt it was the best option for us.
We’ve been here over a month, and so much has happened already. Let me explain…
My brother-in-law and his beautiful family came to stay with us for a few days. As exhausting as it was to keep up with the little ones, I really couldn’t be happier with the entire experience. As I mentioned a while ago in “Home is Calling Me” – I’ll be leaving for America soon. While I have quite a bit to look forward to, it’s still extremely difficult to say goodbye to my loved ones here. What a blessing! I love their son, their brother, their nephew, my husband DN, and because of that, they took me into their family. We may have difficulty communicating sometimes, but love needs no translations.
DN and I were both grumpy this morning… But surprisingly, things turned around really quickly!
It was such a beautiful day outside! When DN left for work, I opened the curtains, let the light shine in, and recorded a new video. I was so inspired by the nice weather, I started checking things off of my cleaning to-do list! I swept the balcony that had layers and layers of sandy dust. It took some time, but it’s looking as good as new now.
Well I’m happy to announce that I am now on YouTube! I hope to take you all on more adventures featuring me, my husband, and our life here in New Delhi, India. I’ve stood back and admired other intercultural vloggers for long enough! I’m just too excited about this.
I thought some people might want to know or see what shopping for groceries is like in New Delhi. Shopping for groceries in India is a bit different than shopping for groceries in the USA, and I actually like it quite a bit!
For the past week or so, my mornings have been spent waking up with DN and helping him get ready for work. He usually wakes up before me to heat water for a quick bath. At this point, he sometimes goes to the shop to pick up a fresh packet of milk and bread. He wakes me up with a plate of toast, and sometimes a mug of warm, sweet milk to accompany it. While he is getting ready, I cook him a little something to take to work for lunch. The menu varies, but today it was lachcha paratha – I’m amazed with this discovery, by the way.
Our Christmas this year was, by far, better than last year’s Christmas. Last year, DN and I spend Christmas with his best friend, touring a mall with a giant Christmas tree and eating Chinese food. When we got home, we made macaroni and cheese and Netflix wouldn’t load – so no Christmas movies. This year we made two very wonderful children happy, at the very least.