A home is like a seashell. Beautiful and serene. Your room is the pearl inside the seashell. The beautiful treasure.
A home,like us, grows. From mud to bricks to house to home. To home sweet home.
I came in my home on October 2, 2004. I was 5, then. Now I am 17 and it’s time to leave.
And so many other things!
I decorated my room from scratch. And it’s hard to pull everything down now.
The numerous posters I got printed at cheap rates to save money. The times mom told me to dust the trophies (Show off) and every time I said, kal pakka. All the hours I spent to arrange the books in the perfect manner. The time I put the wind chime on the door. The infinite times I scolded my brother my bringing shoes inside my holy shrine.
I am going to miss all of this so much even though everything I mentioned, is going to happen there as well. So why do we get attached to such old things and memories?
Because we are human. All the firsts matter to us. And all my major firsts happened here. First stitches, first cooking, first trophy, first slap, first blog post and what not :’)
But again, there’s an opportunity here as well. I get to make double number of firsts. In my two homes. There’s no use complaining. Get up and get the most out of whatever you get.
So? I am going to stop whining and get down to packing some stuff. I know I am going to cry when I leave. And it’s good to know that beforehand. I am not ashamed of it. It’s my childhood I am leaving behind. And going ahead to form a new one. It’s going to be a new life. And I hope it’s wonderful 🙂