For all the people who know me, they already know that I have a thing for changing my city of residence every other year ever since I got married. It has never so far been a planned move, it just so happened that my husband got a better opportunity and I being ME just resigned from my job and followed him behind. Its over 4 years since we got married and I am already in my 3rd city – Hyderabad, but a major change has happened this year.
We finally decided to buy a flat after getting annoyed with frequent water problem in our rented apartment. My husband had already seen a flat and he just took me to see the flat on 1st May(Labor day holiday), as soon as I entered this apartment I felt at home and I just said “Let’s take it”. We didn’t do much of arguing, fighting, consulting a humongous number of people. We just decided and the very next day paid the signing amount (My husband had already done the necessary checks). We completed all the formalities and even selected a interior designing agent and made him start work right away, as the apartment was near completion from the builder’s side.
We had our griha pravesh(House warming ceremony) on June 8, only the POP and painting work was done by that time. There were no cupboards, just few lights and only one fan. We had a really nice puja followed by a havan , many of our close relative graced the occasion. It happened just way to quickly. We vacated our rented apartment my June end, in spite of our home not being ready. We did not have much furniture, so we just shifted all our stuff into one completed bedroom and my husband stayed on with the incomplete home, where as I went on to stay at my Mom’s place for few days. Me and my dearest husband fought daily over most minor of issues. I didn’t like a particular color used in one indent in the ceiling POP, or the way the TV unit was coming around and few other minor stuffs. I became all worrisome and arrived almost unannounced back to Hyderabad. My excuse being that I was unable to sleep properly because of the Flats interiors.
I remember the first few days of me returning, the cupboards were not complete and the kitchen cupboards were not even started. So there was no question of cooking food so I just started making rice in rice cooker and hubby was getting sabji and daal from outside, we did this for almost a week. But we didn’t complain or crib much as we were happy that we were seeing in action as our home’s interiors getting ready. We were consulting, arguing and deciding stuff for home. We both are really bad with color schema, decor and all those classy stuff. We just would stare at a selection ( door knobs, glass partition, color, all those sundry) for a long time and then just select one out of instinct.
Our home is not perfect but it is us ;). I am happy with all that mismatched colors of our wardrobes, kitchen and stuff. I sometimes do get weird comments, like something should have been like this, like that etc,. But I mostly never even care. I am just at peace with my mismatched decor and home. This is my home, our home. Our first home and that’s what matters at the end.