This morning, while my son and I were at the breakfast table, I was just introspecting on how crazy this month has been. This was a close second to our busy April-May madness. I can’t complain though. Being busy is good. Having something to do, every single day or every other day is good.
Over the last weekend, we celebrated little P’s mundan ceremony – his first haircut as per the Hindu tradition. We are not super-religious, my husband and I, but I think being bi-cultural makes us want to be traditional if not religious. As most of our events, this one was pretty last-minute too. Not to our surprise though, we pulled it off pretty neatly and managed to have a great time with our friends and family.
I will try to make it a point to blog as much as I can but this month is filled with a bunch of events that demand time. I mentioned to you in one of my first blogs that I have this major consistency and commitment issue when it comes to blogging daily. I try and try. My optimist-self keeps reminding me that my speed does not matter as long as I move forward. On that note, I am going to have to conclude this quick-update of my absence. I do appreciate all of you subscribed to my blog, Mumsyland. It is encouraging to see your presence and acknowledgment.
Thanks for your patience and support,
Soon enough, you will hear a lot from me.
This story is about one of my kind friends. Let’s call her Cecilia. She is a simple, hard-working, bad-ass mother of four handsome young boys. She calls her partner, Alex, her adopted son. Isn’t that true for all those in committed relationship with your partner, the man is often the big baby. I don’t mean it in a mean or condescending way but I agree with her a 100% and I know, you secretly do too.
I have a love-hate relationship with planning. Organizing, I love! But planning and I have a weird relationship. Let’s just say “it’s complicated.” Continue reading
One thing I love about traveling other than exploring a new place is to meet new people. I started traveling actively since 2013 – solo or in a group. Each time I went to a new place, I indulged in their food, culture, and their must-see places like any typical tourist but over time, I have come to realize that in addition to all those wonderful things, a place becomes what it is because of its people. Continue reading
I woke up to the US on the first day of 2013. I landed in Los Angeles, my new home and I was filled with mixed emotions. I missed home but at the same time, I was thrilled for a new adventure I put myself into. I go ‘Kimmy Schmidt’ on most thing. So, here are the top 15 ½ culture shocks I observed in my 4 years of staying in and traveling around this beautiful country:
Let me begin by saying that in my opinion, dogs “rescue” humans more than humans rescue dogs. I know it’s a strong statement but having had firsthand experience myself has made me believe this to be true. If you are a dog parent, you’d be nodding in agreement right now. Happy, my 2-year old Maltipoo, is like my first child. He has taught me more than I could ever imagine. He is our first pet ever and in spite of all the uncertainty, we figured each other out together, Happy and I. His intuitive nature combined with ridiculous cuteness is a blessing to our family. Let’s take a look at my top 10 picks of things dogs model really well which I think we all should (try to) too:
10. Sense of humor is necessary
I read somewhere that ‘you must do the thing you think you cannot do‘. I should have left it there. Did I? Nope! I think, unconsciously, I took this line way too seriously in my life.
Let me begin by remembering the old me – ambitious, anxious, nervous, naive, scared, tensed, but also badass. I did not know I was but now that I think of it, there were little traces of badassness for sure. I was an average 20-something old clueless being exploring my world and learning one day at a time. There was something in me that pushed me to take up tasks that were way out of my comfort zone. If my comfort zone was in Australia, I was wandering in the streets of Alaska. As if marriage and moving to a new country didn’t rock my world already, I enrolled in a graduate program and adopted a dog, who by the way is nothing less than a child to me.