Today is not an ordinary day, nor an easily forgotten day. Today is the day , last year, when we arrived in Sydney. We a family of 4 arrived with memories from India and with hearts filled with hope and dreams. Gradually we blended into the life here, did a lot of learning, quite a bit of unlearning .
It started off with a 3 week stay at an Airbnb accomodation. For someone who had a full time cook and help, here was a time when the mommy had to dish out food every 3 hours. It was just about wrapping up of breakfast and pausing for a while , when kids would pop up the question "Whats for lunch"? . In the interim 2-3 hours, hubby and I would wonder - "Should we do the dishes or wash the clothes or sweep or relax or just start cooking again"??... it was also the time when every meal was cherished, there was no customization. If daughter could not eat spice, all of us would just eat the non spicy food, no questions asked or answered. It would be a struggle to get even a small work done outside. Every task would mean all 4 of us would pack up and venture out. There were days when we were stuck at locations, not knowing which bus to take or which station to reach. There were days when we walked into restaurants and walked out as kids refused to eat anything available there. Those were the days when every visit out was a big picnic. When we went to get our medical cards , it was an opportunity to visit the mall nearby. When we visited the bank, it was a moment to do window shopping. When it was a visit to the Uni for some admission procedure, it was also a supposedly picnic for the kids.
I was the 1st one who got pushed into a routine.Its almost an year I started my job here in a new culture and setup. Days seemed good, days seemed simple and people seemed nice.
Then next the kids started school. While daughter was excited at the new faces, son was still missing his old friends. It was on the 3rd day after school that daughter comes back from school and says "I think all kids look different". Welcome young lady to a multi cultural country. Days passed and we all settled in , one by one. Hubby was the last one to get into a routine with Uni starting in late August.
Initial days were a struggle meeting timelines. Morning school rush , office , before care for daughter, hubby rushing back to pick kids from school , me running home after work and then the whole cycle of homework, studies, housework, cooking and before all of us even realized we were asleep :). Tempers flew now and then , tantrums were thrown but these were also the days when we actually did everything together .
Setting up a new home was a challenge but exciting never the less. In about a week after moving into our home, we were all up and running, thanks majorly to all the work done by hubby. People who walked in could not believe we were less than a month old in Sydney. With the dust settling , it was time to start making new memories.
I wouldnt say "All's well that ends well" as it is not the end as yet but yes would definitely say "Alls well now"💓.
It started off with a 3 week stay at an Airbnb accomodation. For someone who had a full time cook and help, here was a time when the mommy had to dish out food every 3 hours. It was just about wrapping up of breakfast and pausing for a while , when kids would pop up the question "Whats for lunch"? . In the interim 2-3 hours, hubby and I would wonder - "Should we do the dishes or wash the clothes or sweep or relax or just start cooking again"??... it was also the time when every meal was cherished, there was no customization. If daughter could not eat spice, all of us would just eat the non spicy food, no questions asked or answered. It would be a struggle to get even a small work done outside. Every task would mean all 4 of us would pack up and venture out. There were days when we were stuck at locations, not knowing which bus to take or which station to reach. There were days when we walked into restaurants and walked out as kids refused to eat anything available there. Those were the days when every visit out was a big picnic. When we went to get our medical cards , it was an opportunity to visit the mall nearby. When we visited the bank, it was a moment to do window shopping. When it was a visit to the Uni for some admission procedure, it was also a supposedly picnic for the kids.
I was the 1st one who got pushed into a routine.Its almost an year I started my job here in a new culture and setup. Days seemed good, days seemed simple and people seemed nice.
Then next the kids started school. While daughter was excited at the new faces, son was still missing his old friends. It was on the 3rd day after school that daughter comes back from school and says "I think all kids look different". Welcome young lady to a multi cultural country. Days passed and we all settled in , one by one. Hubby was the last one to get into a routine with Uni starting in late August.
Initial days were a struggle meeting timelines. Morning school rush , office , before care for daughter, hubby rushing back to pick kids from school , me running home after work and then the whole cycle of homework, studies, housework, cooking and before all of us even realized we were asleep :). Tempers flew now and then , tantrums were thrown but these were also the days when we actually did everything together .
Setting up a new home was a challenge but exciting never the less. In about a week after moving into our home, we were all up and running, thanks majorly to all the work done by hubby. People who walked in could not believe we were less than a month old in Sydney. With the dust settling , it was time to start making new memories.
I wouldnt say "All's well that ends well" as it is not the end as yet but yes would definitely say "Alls well now"💓.
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