Do you know that feeling where you just want to run stark naked down some well crowded street announcing to the world how ecstatic you are and that there really is a God out there somewhere? If you do, you're weird. But then call me the weirdest because at this point in time, I'm so happy I wouldn't be surprised if I had rainbows dribbling out of my nose and confetti for tears of joy. Why all this happiness you may ask?
I FINALLY MOVED INTO MY OWN PLACE BEECHES.
On a more formal and appropriate note, I have successfully managed to occupy an individual space of my very own. And what makes it even better is that it isn't a hole. It's absolutely gorgeous and I'm going to have to work my arse off to keep it but hell yeah that's what a motive is all about right?
My blog went into hibernation yet again, solely because I was just trying to wrap my head around things, get settled and fall into a consistent routine.So far, not too bad. It's fun to live on your own. No seriously, it really is. Don't get me wrong, I'm a very social person by nature but there comes a very significant point in your life when you want to make spaghetti but someone else at home wants to make stir fry noodles. YOU NEED YOUR OWN PLACE TO MAKE SPAGHETTI. IT'S VITAL FOR GROWTH. If it's spaghetti you want, spaghetti in your own house is what you must aim for.
The whole thing has been beyond exciting. It took me a month to actually find a place that wasn't either affordable only by the Sultan Of Brunei's right hand man or that looked like it had been attacked by monkeys on crack with sandpaper. Funnily enough but lucky for me, the place I'm at is one of the biggest suburbs in Sydney and everywhere else I checked out for apartments was so much more expensive. But hey no complaints! It's a beautiful new renovated apartment. And I can literally cook, shower and sleep all from one point. Now how many apartments have that feature? Jokes aside, it's not that small, pretty big for one person in fact, AND I LOVE IT. I live straight opposite one of the biggest malls in Sydney which is sure to test my will power considering how much I love spending money. There's a couple of streets that are entirely dedicated to the world of food and cuisine and for obvious reasons one of my favorite spots to hang out. And I literally have to walk five giant steps and BAM, WADDUP public transport?!
For those of you who live away from your parents/home/totalcomfortzone, I'd seriously encourage you to get a job, find a place of your own and chill. You're probably reading this and thinking it's mainly for the whole 'independence' shenanigans. That is definitely a part of it. But walking up the stairs and opening the door with your own keys to your own place is possibly one of the best feelings in the whole world. So is being able to pay your own rent and blast music to whatever volume level you want.
Sydney's always been home for me, and now living on my own in this bigarse city, fending for myself as my Mum so kindly told me to a while ago (thank you Jan), I do actually have somewhere I can really call home. My floor also smells like curry for the most part of the day so I am constantly reminded of India. Which reminds me, I must buy a communal air freshener and leave it in the corridor. Ah the adult life.
Some girls dream of their wedding day, some dream of a successful career in their respective fields.
But me?
I dream of spaghetti, some space to headbang and a place where I won't be judged.
And what do you know? Dreams do come true after all. ;)
I FINALLY MOVED INTO MY OWN PLACE BEECHES.
On a more formal and appropriate note, I have successfully managed to occupy an individual space of my very own. And what makes it even better is that it isn't a hole. It's absolutely gorgeous and I'm going to have to work my arse off to keep it but hell yeah that's what a motive is all about right?
My blog went into hibernation yet again, solely because I was just trying to wrap my head around things, get settled and fall into a consistent routine.So far, not too bad. It's fun to live on your own. No seriously, it really is. Don't get me wrong, I'm a very social person by nature but there comes a very significant point in your life when you want to make spaghetti but someone else at home wants to make stir fry noodles. YOU NEED YOUR OWN PLACE TO MAKE SPAGHETTI. IT'S VITAL FOR GROWTH. If it's spaghetti you want, spaghetti in your own house is what you must aim for.
The whole thing has been beyond exciting. It took me a month to actually find a place that wasn't either affordable only by the Sultan Of Brunei's right hand man or that looked like it had been attacked by monkeys on crack with sandpaper. Funnily enough but lucky for me, the place I'm at is one of the biggest suburbs in Sydney and everywhere else I checked out for apartments was so much more expensive. But hey no complaints! It's a beautiful new renovated apartment. And I can literally cook, shower and sleep all from one point. Now how many apartments have that feature? Jokes aside, it's not that small, pretty big for one person in fact, AND I LOVE IT. I live straight opposite one of the biggest malls in Sydney which is sure to test my will power considering how much I love spending money. There's a couple of streets that are entirely dedicated to the world of food and cuisine and for obvious reasons one of my favorite spots to hang out. And I literally have to walk five giant steps and BAM, WADDUP public transport?!
For those of you who live away from your parents/home/totalcomfortzone, I'd seriously encourage you to get a job, find a place of your own and chill. You're probably reading this and thinking it's mainly for the whole 'independence' shenanigans. That is definitely a part of it. But walking up the stairs and opening the door with your own keys to your own place is possibly one of the best feelings in the whole world. So is being able to pay your own rent and blast music to whatever volume level you want.
Sydney's always been home for me, and now living on my own in this bigarse city, fending for myself as my Mum so kindly told me to a while ago (thank you Jan), I do actually have somewhere I can really call home. My floor also smells like curry for the most part of the day so I am constantly reminded of India. Which reminds me, I must buy a communal air freshener and leave it in the corridor. Ah the adult life.
Some girls dream of their wedding day, some dream of a successful career in their respective fields.
But me?
I dream of spaghetti, some space to headbang and a place where I won't be judged.
And what do you know? Dreams do come true after all. ;)
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