I’m 23, going on 24.
I haven’t written my book.
I haven’t gotten over my fear of flying yet.
I haven’t hitchhiked across Europe- in fact I haven’t set foot on the European continent.
I haven’t won the Nobel Prize, or the Pulitzer, or the Man Booker and I sure as hell haven’t gotten a nose job…sigh.
I haven’t done anything on that goddamn list except
Learn to drive, and
Fall in love.
At the speed I’m going, I’ll be 178 before I finish even half of what needs to be done. In my quest for an extraordinary life, I’m one step away from growing fungus on the Rock of Discontent.
Is it the weather? This grey, drab weather which I would have found romantic had my husband not been house hunting without me? Or is it the fact that the future, which was always a bit fuzzy, has now completely lost any semblance of coherence? Possibilities, possibilities…I can’t really focus until somebody gives me a clear picture. What on earth am I even looking at?
Dilemma 1- I might be moving out. As in, we might be moving out. Me and S.
Dilemma 2- I’m not sure we can actually afford it yet.
Dilemma 3- I still don’t have a job.
Dilemma 4- S. hates his. He’s looking for a better one.
Dilemma 5- I’m crazy spoiled. I can’t possibly live in one of those cheap flats off Gulistan e Jauhar, that have balconies connected to the balconies of other flats. Boo hoo if I offended somebody- but your area sucks.
Dilemma 6- We can’t afford any other place.
Other than the obvious benefits of actually having a say in one’s house and being able to roam around all day in one’s pyjamas; I can’t think up any reason to move out so soon. And it’s kind of silly making such a decision just because my husband is tired of telling his mum where we’re going. I don’t have a problem, why should he?
Men are silly.
Does anybody know of a nice flat, at a NICE place (as far from Gulistan e Jauhar, Liaquatabad, and Liyari as you can get) at a reasonable price?
No? I thought so.