I still live in my own home. But for sometime I lived on my own. That apartment was truly “my” home.
Being the youngest in my family, I was never alone. Neither have I had any consequences for my decisions. My family protected me and reprimanded me in different instances. Though I had the freedom to make most of my choices I always limited my choices within my family’s expectations.
However, the first time I lived alone, though I was skeptical, the experience turned out to be a refreshing experience. For the first time in my life, I was the one making all the decisions and was the one bearing all the consequences as well.
I had an art nook where all of my stationary supplies and art supplies were arranged. All my collections were out in the open and for me just seeing them makes me happy. I bought my own groceries, cooked my own food, cleaned my home, decorated it for Christmas and Easter. I think more than any I miss being myself without any restraints.
It may have been a phase of my life that I have said goodbye to for now. However, I am hoping to get back to that phase again sooner rather than later.
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