I still remember the exact moment I decided to accept Foundation in Science offer from AIMST. The night I plopped myself on the bed, crying because I was helpless. Because the plan of studying in Taylors College with my high school best friend was ruined, by my dad’s emotional blackmails. Yes, you get that OFTEN in Indian households. Growing up in a small town like Sitiawan gave me big dreams. Like stepping into a metropolitan city and lead an independent life there. Six years down the road, now I regret nothing, for choosing AIMST. Reluctant I may had been, but life as usual gave me the best.
I still got to lead an independent life here. I literally moved into the hostel and made it my second home. I have more essentials here, compared to home. I managed to build my own world, filled with my own favorite people. I have my regular salon that I go to, regular seats in the cinema, regular table in the cafe, regular masseur in the massage center and a cute Starbucks barista that I always eye on. All in all, I have grown up. From a not so timid, talkative teenager to a not so timid, more talkative adult. From a teenager with a town full of friends to an adult with a campus full of friends.
I hate packing. Let it be, after a weekend stay at home back to campus or leaving hostel altogether with six years worth of things. Because packing means goodbye. Reality of all good things come to an end hits right on your face. I’ve been putting away packing and cleaning up until now, two days from being towed away. Now, I can’t put a halt anymore.
I realized I am a partial hoarder. My mom is a full time hoarder, you won’t believe the amount of junk she collects at home. I have stories behind every junk, usually all involves the time I spent with people. Among all, I’ve been holding on to a broken digital camera, Digi subline contract paper, plenty of movie tickets, two letters, copies of Rainforest Unicorns, polaroid pictures and a mug with some magical ability of coming alive when it’s hot. I have no idea what to do with them. They hold so much of memories, that I have not decided whether to keep or discard yet. They remind me of good times, not so good times and terrible times. Unfortunately they are all entangled together. They remind me how insanely I used to be in love, how I changed into this practical freak and finally how I screwed up. Now that I’m going to start afresh, maybe I should just be extra mean and discard all the things, alongside the memories.
I like lists, so here’s a list of things I’ve learned in the past 6 years.
1. Eating fish using cutleries.
2. Choosing clean plate, cup, spoon and fork from the pile.
3. Eating breakfast in 10 minutes.
4. The art of chasing away flies rapidly, using the spoon and fork to cut chicken, drink water in between – all using two hands simultaneously.
5. Life history of 7463738926748493 bugs.
6. Spiders and lizards are your friends – they reduce the insects population.
7. Cockroaches can never be your friend – you see them, you turn into a ninja.
8. Nothing more torturous than slow Internet.
9. Some clothes fade in color so you shouldn’t soak them with other clothes.
10. Dishes don’t wash after themselves.
11. Sleeping with the lights on.
All in all, I enjoyed my 5×15 square feet hostel life. I had the best flatmates I could ask for. We shared the unit like a family. We had tea parties and Uno games to entertain our souls on boring Saturdays. We had massive gossip sessions to satisfy our girly needs. We wake each other up during study breaks. I had my little sister to fuss over. Literally it felt like a home to come back to at the end of every tiring day.
That said, I am finally tired of being an adult, away from home. I’m done sharing bathroom and common areas. I’m done doing my own laundry. I’m done being good food deprived. I’m totally sick of poor mobile reception and paying so much for cab rides.
So, home – here I come. You better be as good to me as you are to my dog.