+Moving Out

In the spur of a moment, I decided to move out from our house and decided to move in with a guy ex-officemate. Not the greatest idea for my mum who believes that the only time you should move out from the house is when you get married. I was burnt out and I needed my space. I was lucky that he needed to cut down his rental expenses and I needed a roof over my head. It was a good bargain.

I was lucky enough that, most of the time, my housemate isn't at home. The two bedroom apartment was heavenly bliss for someone who needed peace. Everyone was shocked when they heard that I have left my abode, in exchange of something outside my comfort zone. I was used to home cooked and hearty meals, freshly cleaned laundry, in the comfort of air conditioned rooms and cable TV and beck and call household help. I was willing to give up all of these for one thing – solitude.

Everyone at the office knew that I am unexpectedly unexpected. I do what I feel like doing at that moment in time. They were betting on how long I will stay in my temporary madness. Well, my track record has proven that. I had series of yoga, Mandarin lessons, wall-climbing, caving, human energy and theory of relativity episodes in my life. All of these were short lived interests. You see, I have a very short attention span. It's very evident on the way I write as well. As you have noticed, I have sidetracked from my original topic which is my case of moving out and moving in. Now, let's go back. Some friends think that my mum might have neglected me for a while and that is the only way I could catch her attention. The last time I felt neglected, I ended up in the hospital. If I tell world what's really happening, I know that they could not do anything about it. Then there's no point in telling it. I have too much drama in my life but I am no drama queen. So I let things be. And the best thing I know how to deal a problem is -- to walk out.

I am oddly in an unfamiliar place in my new home. It's a new route, away from the buzzing city. I wake up with the chirping of birds and the smoke of burnt leaves. It's a new environment being in a residential area rather than a commercial one. Oddly, I go home early even when there is no one to come home to. Must be my childhood upbringing. I clean the house and wash the dishes, which by the way, are already clean. Even on weekends, I go out late but go home as early as possible.

This is the new life that I am embracing. I miss my spacious room complete with amenities. I miss cold drinks since I have no freezer. I miss a fifteen minute ride away from everything. I miss my mum's warm presence. I miss my nephew's laughter and wake up wails. I miss my sister's ranting and my brother's nagging. I miss my responsibilities. But this is what I need to keep my sanity. And this is what I want, for now.

My friends are right. This is spontaneity. This is impulsiveness. This is temporary madness. Soon, the candle burning is going to run out. And at least I've learned something new, as what I would always say. Living alone is good but only for a while.