So we're moving to
Mumbai? Once the reality of this finally sets in I am already half way round the world with most of my worldly possessions sitting in a container on a ship. Can't quite work out if I am; a) terrified b) excited, or of course c) stark raving mad. I think most of my friends would choose option c) and at this point in time I think I tend to agree with them. What ARE we doing? Well of course I know what we will be DOING in
India. We will be there to design and build a boutique lake front hotel in Udaipur, Rajasthan. But what I mean is- what are we doing...even thinking of doing THAT?
Our two sons (the slightly devilish little princes) are ecstatic, strangely enough-
more than happy to relinquish their places at their wonderful private school in exchange for their new life in
Mumbai. Perhaps their priviliged upbringing and globe trotting lifestyle has all been leading up to something like this?"His Royal Highness" (the hubby) was the one who came up with this hair brained scheme to make a life (and hotel) in
India. And he has some pretty well laid out plans of exactly how this is all going to go. But how can anything go exactly to plan- especially in
India of all places? My fear is not so much about the practical or logistical issues (being a female I am quite adept at juggling) but more so the spiritual or emotional journey I am about to embark on...what will I learn? And how will I know when I've learn't it? And just as an aside- will I still be able to wear stilettos in
India? Does Jimmy Choo have an outlet in
Mumbai? Well, why the hell not? And whats the average Mumbaikar's take on cut out bikini's?
All of this seems far removed right now as I sit here in the south of France sipping on a cocktail (oh alright, maybe I've had a couple?) But very soon it will be a reality. Very soon, we will be boarding that plane destined for
Mumbai. For now though the most pressing need is another drink. Pina Colada? Mojito perhaps? Now where did that waiter get to? Garcon?
So we're moving to Mumbai? Once the reality of this finally sets in I am already half way round the world with most of my worldly possessions sitting in a container on a ship. Can't quite work out if I am; a) terrified b) excited, or of course c) stark raving mad. I think most of my friends would choose option c) and at this point in time I think I tend to agree with them. What ARE we doing? Well of course I know what we will be DOING in India. We will be there to design and build a boutique lake front hotel in Udaipur, Rajasthan. But what I mean is- what are we doing...even thinking of doing THAT? 
Our two sons (the slightly devilish little princes) are ecstatic, strangely enough- more than happy to relinquish their places at their wonderful private school in exchange for their new life in Mumbai. Perhaps their priviliged upbringing and globe trotting lifestyle has all been leading up to something like this?"His Royal Highness" (the hubby) was the one who came up with this hair brained scheme to make a life (and hotel) in India. And he has some pretty well laid out plans of exactly how this is all going to go. But how can anything go exactly to plan- especially in India of all places? My fear is not so much about the practical or logistical issues (being a female I am quite adept at juggling) but more so the spiritual or emotional journey I am about to embark on...what will I learn? And how will I know when I've learn't it? And just as an aside- will I still be able to wear stilettos in India? Does Jimmy Choo have an outlet in Mumbai? Well, why the hell not? And whats the average Mumbaikar's take on cut out bikini's?
All of this seems far removed right now as I sit here in the south of France sipping on a cocktail (oh alright, maybe I've had a couple?) But very soon it will be a reality. Very soon, we will be boarding that plane destined for Mumbai. For now though the most pressing need is another drink. Pina Colada? Mojito perhaps? Now where did that waiter get to? Garcon?
