Of adventures, old and new

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!

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