We went up to Oaklands to see our dear community of friends and load our belongings onto a truck headed down to the plains. When pulling up to the main gate, Priya yelled enthusiastically, “We’re in India”! We chuckled and realized that Oaklands, Mussoorie, the Himalayas and the people there have been our India. I don’t think that their little minds understand yet that Delhi is India too. As we continue to unpack, explore the new sights, smells, sounds and people of this area, I trust that they will come to accept it and that it will influence, enrich and shape them just as life in Mussoorie has done.
Some photos of our journey to a “new India”...
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| oh hills how I will miss you. |
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| it was bliss for these two little kindred spirits. |
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| thanksgiving potluck. way more laughing then eating going on. |
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| our front yard has been a place full of play. |
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| oaklands doesn't look like this everyday. |
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| empty family room. |
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| our well-wishers. |
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| will not miss the drive down the mountain. little E losing his lunch. |
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| the truck or lorry(thanks to the British!) showed up at 4AM to unload. |
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| welcome chai from our landlady. |
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| Our flat is the third floor of this building, but in India they call it the second floor because the first floor is called the ground floor...confusing I know. |
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