I can’t call it a writer’s block, because I am not much of a writer. But I have no other term for this zero post, zero journal entry phases that I go through. I just didn’t know what to write about. I wonder if it’s because too much is happening, or too less. If it is too much, why am I bored? And, if it is too less, why am I tired? I just don’t know!
A lot seems to have happened with respect to the things around me. My mom’s flat is ready, the housewarming’s done, she’ll be moving there soon. It’s a much awaited and longed for dream coming true.
My office moved and am managing to commute once or twice a week, with working from home on the other days. As always, when I am about to get comfortable, things are changing. Will update more about it, when it seems clearer.
My baby (can I still call him that?) is now 1.5 yrs old! He’s learning all the tricks that’ll label him naughty and warm our hearts at the same time. He’s become more serious and doesn’t break into a smile instantly on seeing anyone, like he used to a couple of months back. Signs of growing up? 😐
We completed 6 yrs of marriage and to celebrate the anniversary, we went on a trip to the Dubare elephant camp. It was in the beginning of the year, the last we traveled anywhere. It’s almost the year end now and we thought the little guy will enjoy seeing the elephants. Hence the choice of place. Will write more about it, in another post.
With all this and more, I haven’t had a single weekend free to have a meet up with friends, or laze around at home, yet there’s this weird feeling of something amiss all the time. I just can’t figure out what.
As always my head is brimming with a lot of ideas, about a lot of things, which I intend to plan and do for the remaining month and in the new year ahead. It’s almost time to see how I fared against the last year’s goals and what new ones I have up my sleeve.