It's official. We're moving to India. No more if, maybe, probably- just a "Yes!" And I don't mean to make it sound like this has been a long, drawn out process. Not in the least. Hardly a month ago, the idea of transferring Martin to an office in India was put forward. There were some bumps along the way, but now that we have the green light- in the form of a signed contract- we'll be scrambling to pack up, ship out, and fly to our home of the next two years.
The imminent move has stirred me to wax nostalgic about Rotterdam, something a bit unexpected. Given all the complaining Martin and I do about this city, from its eyesore buildings to predominantly concrete structures (and parks), it seems bizarre that I might actually have a soft spot for ole R'dam.
Which things will I miss about Dutch or European life? Cheese is absolutely at the top of the list, closely followed by clean running water. I'll miss fresh, cool mornings and hot mugs of coffee at sidewalk cafes. I'll miss our friends and family. Our apartment. Our car. I'll miss Holland's kaleidoscopic fields of tulips in April and May. I'll miss taking Isabel out for walks in her stroller through the shopping plazas and malls. I'm sure I'll miss sticky stroopwafels or pancakes when I'm up to my ears in spicy curries, too. Then there are the intangibles, like Europe's overall efficiency, orderliness, cleanliness. Breathable air. It probably won't be long before I'll pine for the serenity of an empty city block free of vehicles, people, and sacred cows.
At least the move will be exciting. And while we are leaving our Western comfort zone, it's only a matter of time until we adjust to our new lives in India. Colorful, tropical, chaotic, crazy India.
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