Breeeaaak-aaaaa-waaayy!

Spent an interesting and funky evening with my oh-god-not-again-I'm-still-hesitant-about-this-whole-thing roommates in Bombay i.e. Aishu and Anwesha. We basically realised that we would be spending shit loads of money..not just on the apartment but also on the furniture, appliances, commute, food etc. After discussing apartment rents, apartment locations (preferably near a train line), bed sizes we wanted (Aishu wants a double bed!! We need to feed ourselves here!), fridge sizes and whether it made sense carrying Thenmuzhi (my fridge) all the way to Bombay, the merits of carting the same mattresses which had served us so loyally in hostel (to save mattress costs), stealing a microwave from Anwesha's house and cutlery from Aishu's cousins, my juicer, the pros and cons of keeping a cat (or may be two cats), whether I was going to ditch last minute or not, how soon to get a TV, whether Aishu and me could play loud music when Anwesh was around, which cuisines Aishu and me should learn to cook, which chores Anwesh should perform since she can't cook, how soon we could get a sofa and not just use mattresses on the floor in the living room, obtaining a non-stick pan for dosas from my house, getting pressure cookers gifted to us, LPG connections and various other issues which crop up when you suddenly find that you have to move out of home and the city where you've spent most of your life and real estate prices are cheaper to a new, larger, grittier, dirtier and warmer city (no more sweaters!) where possibly everything is designed to sap you of your money, energy and life blood; I trudged wearily back to my room with the weight of all the pending expenses on my shoulders, to see photos of my sister's fresh, shining face at her graduation day, looking beautiful in a purple saree (I must admit, it is actually better than my graduation day saree) (thus ends the longest sentence I have ever written). I obviously could not resist a peek after that, at my own graduation day photos where I also looked fresh and shining in a pink saree (actually our sarees are equally good). Man that was a long time ago. And man, I still feel great after that discussion..ready to take on the world types. I am sure one month into living in Bombay, I will be crying about home, Bangalore and the slow life, but right now I'm too excited about this move..the excitement of finding my own place, decorating it, filling it with furniture and cool Nigella-esque cooking items and on top of it all, earning my own pay and spending it without any guilt or hang ups (and obviously saving some). Interesting life ahead, I like :D