Six months ago, we moved to Nairobi.
But perhaps we should back up. At the time of the last post on this blog, there was no “we” to move, and I am pleased to report that I have been busy while battling my writer’s block. Suffice to say that moving to Nairobi is not the biggest adventure – that began two years ago with the arrival of our son.
Two years of parenthood has made me realize that perhaps it was an adventure I was not fully ready for when it happened. There is so much worry associated with being a father, and it took quite a lot of effort to figure it out. I thought I was uniquely positioned for it to be a breeze, having seen a profusion of nephews and nieces, but things are clearly different when it happens to you. Above all, the biggest stressor is to figure out what I need to do to make sure that he grows up to be a good person.
So moving to Nairobi seems to be a fantastic opportunity to broaden his horizons. First, it is a city in which he can actually play outside – there is no fear of burning up in 40 degree plus temperatures, or inhaling a bunch of pollution. Plus it is a multicultural society, so he can go to school and play with children of all races and backgrounds – something that is rare in South Asia.
So we are on our way on many new adventures simultaneously – so who knows what the future brings!