The first day of winter

Feels like it was just yesterday when I wrote my blog about spring. How did the past nine months go by that fast? Its winter again in Chicagoland, with the first snow of the season falling yesterday. I always get sentimental when I see the seasons change and the snow makes me remember where I was last year and how far I have come.

A lot has changed, and I should say for the better (touch/knock wood). Nearly five long years ago, I was on my way back to Texas after a harrowing 36 hour journey from India that included four flight transfers. I had lived in the USA for over a year, and I still had mixed feelings. However, when I finally went through immigration and picked up my baggage at Chicago Ohare, I thought to myself "Thank God! I'm home". I was pretty surprised at myself, I had not expected to feel that way.

My career brought me back to the midwest from Texas, and after two years here, I'm finally living the American dream- buying a house. Its really overwhelming, and I cannot wait to move in. I'm dreaming up my living room - light birch colored floors, creamy yellow walls, little pretty plants everywhere, deep red, brown and gold accents etc etc.

I love the brilliant midwestern summers, the beautiful fall colors, and I think I can almost survive the dreadful winter. All through the year, the howling wind keeps me company.

I am finally home in the windy city!