After 20 years of living in a not-so-posh area of south Delhi, we have shifted to the subcity of Dwarka.
Yes, there have been teething troubles. It was tough living without broadband internet for a fortnight and Tata Sky's less than exemplary service did give me a headache or two.
But I can assure you all the horror stories of water scarcity and Dwarka residents bathing once a week are not true.
Even if you need five buckets of water for a single bath (Water conservation, anyone?), you should be okay.
It's nice to live in an apartment complex with intercom facility, educated neighbours, a park, a fixed parking space and generator.
Yes, for those of you who have grown up in any of Delhi's apartment complexes, it's nothing new.
But I spent two decades in a place with not-so-nice neighbours (the kind that have fights and spew abuse past midnight), teeming with cows and buffaloes (usually harmless but my mom was once an unwilling combatant in a bovine tussle) and long, frequent power cuts.
It's nice to finally live in an area where Nirula's, Pizza Hut and Domino's deliver food. Not that we eat out often. But it's good to know a Hot Chocolate Fudge is merely a phone call away.
It's nice to finally have a bustling market nearby, with a choice of department stores where I can use Sodexho coupons.
It's nice to finally have a Delhi Metro station only a mile or two away.
I have found paradise in the concrete environs of Dwarka. And hope it stays that way.