Never really worked so hard, never felt so good!

I never used to believe that shifting house is a big deal. Not until I had to experience that myself. Packing, moving, loading and unloading, setting things...phew even the mere listing makes me tired.

Last week was entirely occupied in packing. We then got a decent movers to shift. The moving experience was priceless. Though the movers offered us a seat in the front of the van, we insisted that we wanted to sit behind. It was so much fun to travel that way. It felt free, like flying, except when there were speed breakers! Then it felt like we were going to break our backs.

Once we moved totally in, we knew about the water scarcity. Then I was warmly welcomed by two fully grown lizards in my bathroom (yuck!) and in the balcony I saw a huge lizard, so huge that I mistook it for a rat. Then started the hunt for carpenter to fix a mesh in all the bathrooms and ventilators.

On the moving day, we walked across our street a million times, to buy milk, to find carpenter, to buy fans and bulbs and what not! I was a little uncomfortable with the place and the thought of whether we made the right decision to move was clogging my head. That night, I almost broke down. The next day was yet again hectic with carpentry work.

We then went to a near by lake with two other friends. It was such a relief, to talk about something other than house and shifting. When I came back, I felt like I lost five pounds of worry :)

The story now- totally comfortable, thanking God every single moment and praying that this house will make us thank Him over and over again :) Really happy, that I can't stop smiling even at work!

Finally

Finally... we found a house. Yes! Someone actually believed that we are harmless after all, and definitely not capable to eating the house. So, he agreed to rent out his precious house to us. We were so happy that we couldn't believe this happened. In fact, I was a little numb when he agreed to give us the house. The news took days to sink in.

At first, I was confused. 'What? Someone is giving us a house? Can this be true or will he change his mind?' But he gladly took the advance and was pretty happy with us. We would have made countless trips to the new house to see the place, the locality and shops. We thought we can manage. Every visit was like a big adventure, packed with a lot of expectations and anxiety about how the neighbours will look at us and will we be welcomed.

It looked like all was settled. Then started the hunt for packers and movers. To our shock, packing and moving costs was almost double the rent we paid. I couldn't believe packing and moving charges will be so high. It was yet another big head ache. Then we asked the new owner about packing services. He offered to help us and referred a good moving company. His charge was less than half of what we estimated. Yet another joy! 'Life, after all, can be sweet', I thought.