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Hah, the year end again!

I cannot believe we are at year end again. (I can believe this is the first line of the post, as it is every year these last few years :D)

A whole year went by again and I did not blog. 

The good news is, I didn't expect to blog here this year at all. Low expectations keep me happy.


I did keep writing every once in a while on LinkedIn, but to be honest, I still don't feel the flow I used to. 

Back in the day, when blogging was king, around 2009-10, I remember, some of us used to post everyday. Some of comments are literally - firssssst. We would compete to be the first to comment on each others' posts.

And now I see only dessert like blogs, with no new content. 

I digress, though. I came, as always, to document what my year was like.

2024 has to be the fastest year. We started the year in Bangalore, just moving into a new house which we loved.

By March, we were packing bags to move to Hyderabad. Usually there are lofty reasons for such moves - jobs, business etc. We moved because our full time help decided to go back to her village and I could not keep working without support. So we moved to where we got support - Hyderabad, where family is.

Most days, I like it. And that is a big step up for Hyderabad. You see, when I was younger, all of our families stayed in Hyderabad, while we stayed in Delhi. So when we came for summer holidays, it was like the big city people coming to a village.

We would chide everything. Oh the roads are so small. Oh your summer is not even that hot. Oh you don't have McD and so on.

So it took a while to swallow my ego. Now that I have done it, might as well just say it. 

Hyderabad is the most liveable city in India right now. There. Done. Don't ask me to say it again.


The infra is decent. Especially compared to Bangalore. The food is nice. The weather is good. Houses are nice. Its not as polluted as some other cities. Family is around.

I have made my peace. So its all good. If acceptance and swallowing ego doesn't make 2024 an epic year, I don't know what does.

In other news, Lego is now 2.5 years old and a blast of energy and fun. He is as toddler as toddler can get and as boy as boy can get. Loves robots and cars and Spiderman and Paw Patrol and anything that has wheels and moves.

He LOVES to become whatever character he sees or reads about. Even before the story finishes, he has become the hero and has designated parts to everyone around.

We are living in a constant one act play with him.

I am Rama. You are Lakshman.
I am Krishna. You are Balram.
I am Spidey. You are Spin. (Amazing spiderman reference)
I am Spiderman. You are Hulk.
I am Rider. You are Chase. (Paw Patrol reference)

And so on..

He does not stay still. He loves playing with older kids, especially older boys. And he picks up naughty behaviours fast, as do all kids.

Some days, I feel so tired being a working mom, working from home. We do it all. Work, play, manage house, work, play. The amount of thinking and planning that goes on in my head gives me a headache sometimes. But most days, I also look at Lego and think, I wouldn't want it any other way. I know remote work won't last. But I don't know if I am willing to let this go, for now.

So yeah. That's 2024. Moving on. Never growing up. Colors. Fun. Cartoons. Kid's world.

Maybe in 2025, I will go back to being a bit more of myself. Or maybe not. Who knows. Like I said, I keep low expectations these days. Life just happens and it seems to be kind enough! :)

2025, be nice!

Wishing you all a great happy safe new year!

Cheers
As always, Preeks

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