After weeks and weeks of procrastinating, I finally moved into my new apartment last Wednesday. Roomies are away, Tina in Sydney and Tez in Mizoram. So it's just been me calling brokers, running around all over town looking at flats and houses every free time I get. Almost felt a little lonely. But it's been good, friends helped me move, friends stayed with me almost every night so I wouldn't feel so alone in the big 3-bedroom apartment.
Yesterday, Shirley and I got breakfast takeaway, so we could eat in the new place for the first time. We got ourselves a jug of nice strong chai and masala dosas. Because there are things that are still unpacked, it was an ordeal finding crockery. We found plates, and some mugs. But we didn't have anything to put our sambar in. The only things that could contain liquid were glasses - wine glasses, shot glasses, and Martini glasses (Christmas gifts from the Aussies which luckily had never been packed away). So I offered my guest the choice of having her sambar served in wine, shot or Martini glasses. She picked the martini glasses. Pretty fancy way to have sambar. And no spoons either, which meant us directly sipping from the glass, like one would sip Martini :) Classy eh? Our version of breakfast at Tiffany's.. :-)
We both agreed that the sambar in the Martini glasses actually looked a little like Bloody Marys...
Last night was the first time I slept in the house alone. Everything was fine, till I decided to go to bed. All I had to do was shower, brush and sleep. Then I realised the toothpaste was in the other bathroom. Reaching this bathroom meant me having to cross long (well..it seemed pretty long last night) hallways, across the dining room, past the kitchen, past one bedroom, and then into one of the yet menacingly dark and empty rooms, and going across this empty room to reach its bathroom where the toothpaste lay. I didn't brush my teeth last night :D Felt kind of stupid about it when I got up this morning, and it was nice and bright, but I made sure everything that I need is now in MY bathroom!
I'm bored. I wish I could take some time off to travel a bit. No matter how much I may moan about being sick of living off suitcases and packing and unpacking and lugging heavy bags around all the time, I know that's when I'm happiest. When I'm on the move. There are so many little things about traveling that's so good for the soul. I think I'm a better person when I travel, I don't think a lot of bad thoughts, there are so many little things that keep one occupied it's impossible to harbor hateful thoughts. Little things like this 'happy world traveller' :P
Being resentful and spiteful becomes easier when one is cooped up in an enclosed space for hours at a stretch..I somehow just don't think human beings were created to be sitting confined in an enclosed setting for too long. I think God meant for us to be outside in the air and the sun and the rain when he made us...it must be, because that's the time we are good and happy and satisfied without any effort.