My birthday just ended.
A lot has changed in the past year. I got out of a five year long relationship, spent six months simply not knowing where my life was headed, then got back with The Li'l Lady. Job scene was tense, then looked better, then got questionable again (more on that later).
And just yesterday, I moved. Packed up my stuff and left the house. Just so I can know what it's like to grow up, to run a house by myself. Here's what I'm going to be calling home for the foreseeable future:
(If you don't see a pic there, leave me a comment; I don't yet know how this blogger app works)
This is scaring the shit out of me (not to mention burning a supermassive hole through my pocket), but that's the point. I want to be scared witless. I want to get to a point where I'm terrified and hungry (possibly sick), wondering what the hell I was smoking when I thought I could survive on my own and wanting nothing more to run back home and let Mommy keep house for me.
And then I want to endure. I want to entertain the possibility that I will crumble, fall apart and then I want to rebuild myself.
So hello, Andheri E. Be nice to me, okay? I promise I will bitch less about you. Okay, maybe not. But I will try. And I will do this. No matter what. So, Universe, Murphy, I know you're reading this. Do. Your. Worst.
This post was written after a 4am cleaning session. Also, discovery of a new species: Ninja Ants.
Yes, that's a sealed, airtight bag of sugar.
A lot has changed in the past year. I got out of a five year long relationship, spent six months simply not knowing where my life was headed, then got back with The Li'l Lady. Job scene was tense, then looked better, then got questionable again (more on that later).
And just yesterday, I moved. Packed up my stuff and left the house. Just so I can know what it's like to grow up, to run a house by myself. Here's what I'm going to be calling home for the foreseeable future:
(If you don't see a pic there, leave me a comment; I don't yet know how this blogger app works)
This is scaring the shit out of me (not to mention burning a supermassive hole through my pocket), but that's the point. I want to be scared witless. I want to get to a point where I'm terrified and hungry (possibly sick), wondering what the hell I was smoking when I thought I could survive on my own and wanting nothing more to run back home and let Mommy keep house for me.
And then I want to endure. I want to entertain the possibility that I will crumble, fall apart and then I want to rebuild myself.
So hello, Andheri E. Be nice to me, okay? I promise I will bitch less about you. Okay, maybe not. But I will try. And I will do this. No matter what. So, Universe, Murphy, I know you're reading this. Do. Your. Worst.
This post was written after a 4am cleaning session. Also, discovery of a new species: Ninja Ants.
Yes, that's a sealed, airtight bag of sugar.
8 member protest rally:
Ninja Ants need to be defeated ninja style - water. They can't seem to deal with water. And no, i dont mean dunk all the sugar in water. Just that if you do keep food etc out, keep it in a vessel and put that in some water.
Also, welcome to the land of grown ups and keeping your own house. it's a bitch and remember to be super nice to the maid, the doodhwala, the dhobiwala and the watchman. They're your best bet at making it on your own with your sanity intact.
Love. :D
PS: Hahahaha. The word verification i got is antry :D
welcome to a lonely life with noone to come home to, noone to share expenses with, noone to share maggie with at midnight, noone to take your sid with the maid...
it sucks, it's real, u will love it.
YOU'VE GROWN UP! :D So typical, moving out on your Birthday and all! Good hai. Throw us a party. You don't need to invite me, but throw a bringandthencleanupyourownshit party anyway. :)
Happy Birthday yet again, J! :)
I knew you moved, I didn't know you'd moved out.
Jhayu, I'm getting here, or to any blog after ages. I don't know the background for the move, but it's a swell thing. You'll grow up. I survived a cold winter in Boston last winter living by myself in an apartment. There were no maids, no cooks, nothing but vacuum cleaners and dishwashers and I survived (I admit I did get used to living in a greater degree of filth than normal, but I survived).
You will do just fine. You know why? Because you are actually ready for everything. Scared, perhaps. But prepared.
All the best (you will need it).
Congratulations! I remember when I moved out and it was wonderful and scary and terrible.
Then of course I was kicked out and that was mostly scary and terrible. I found a better place then, which was mostly wonderful.
But the point is congratulations. I always wanted to move out, but when I did it changed me more than I thought it would.
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