Moving Cities : Pune to Bangalore - Part 2

I’m still alive …testimony enough that packing is going great. Slightly limping form the exhaustion of standing all day yesterday, I can feel every muscle on my body. Wasn’t this bad the last time we moved - blame it age :) ? This time around, there was a lot of energy one had to muster - thanks to LG who literally kept me on my toes. He had a whale of time actually touching objects which until now were quite out of reach a good 4 feet higher than his hands could reach. Touching “The Harvard University” frame that he saw every morning or for that matter the clock he danced to for “Hickory Dickory Dock” - the happiness was clearly drawn on his face.

When the packers came in at 11:00 a.m., I had put Lg for a nap. By the time he woke up half past noon, they were done with a lot of heavy stuff such as dining table, sofa etc. In a span of an hour, the house looked dramatically different. The puzzled look on his face as he got up said it all. The only comforting factor came when he saw me and I walked him room by room showing him stuff that was being put away in cartons and boxes getting stacked by the side. It took him a good half an hour before he got himself together to start on the survey-damage mission.

The  surprising moment of the day came when the packers packed his toy box. I couldn’t believe a 19 month old dragging such a heavy hardware box just because it has his belongings - his first expression of holding onto something that belonged to him. It got worse when they packed away his horse - repeatedly pulling it out finally giving into crying. He has a sense of change, of not everything being the same but can’t express it. With the pram and high chair packed, it has never been the same. A cranky child, missed dinners, and an uprooted life - it’s going to a while before normalcy returns. In a way, his cheerfulness is what has kept me going.