This is home. We came home to England yesterday and it worked out so beautifully that I could barely believe that it was my life that I was living. I'm so glad that I only bought the necessities and everything fit well into two backpacks and one diaper bag. It made the process of traveling while flying solo with two children for the first time just so much easier and simpler. Big shout out to R1 for pushing his sister in her stroller and big shoutout to R2 for doing so well and falling asleep in the Ergo for the entire duration of our journey. Even Easyjet was actually easy. At arrivals, my eldest ran into his grandmother's waiting arms and for a brief moment it was all a bit Love Actually. Aside from the fact that my children behaved uncharacteristically well today, my favourite bit of the whole journey was when, in order to make sure that the baby stopped crying, out Bangladeshi cab driver put on some Bangladeshi music in order to soothe a British-Indian-raising-in-Switzerland baby, while following a Kingsmill lorry through quintessentially British countryside. It was like something out of an advert. For me this was a snapshot of a moment (like many other moments) which makes this country so great, that there are so many millions of moments just like this, of cultures coexisting happily besides each other. I don't want to dwell on the negative today. At home, I was treated to my favourite foods (ilishmach, arhorer daal, mutton cooked in a brass vessel) served on my childhood plate. In fact this particular plate is very much my plate, my name has actually been written on it. I received it on my Annyaprashsan. It's so lovely to be back home and grow down rather than grow up.#agooddday#mumblogger #zurichblogger #cambridge #cambridgeviakolkata#stainlesssteel#bengali#britishasian#cambridgediaries.