transistions

I am not sure if everybody feels like their whole life is a life lived in transitions - I have this fantasy of when I grow up, this is the house I will have - but I cant because I have the cats I didnt plan and the child i wanted but imagined would be more disciplined. So, the house in tonal white, with splashes of colour? More like Dark wood that is sooo over, for me atleast but I have to live with, since it disguises the damages of the cats and the baby tornado.

But I'm getting used to it - and having friends in the building, other mothers I bond with over thela chinese and budweisers, while the gazillion toys amelia got as birthday loot keep her and playmates occupied.

And now the husband wants to move to south Bombay - I dont know who thinks this will solve all our problems. So, we've been going apartment viewing and while I have seen one abslutoly gorgeous one, you know where I start planning where my fantasy eames lounger will go and my dining table with the ghost dining chairs. And though I know that will never happen, I trudge behind the husband asking pretend well-thought out realty questions, hating the thought of having to start all over again. And getting angst from the father as well on the thought of his precious grand-daughter moving far far away from him.