Day 21: Little wonders

As I had promised in the first post, I’ve shared some interesting things I learned over the past 20 days. In the last post of my first series of ideas, here’s what I have to say: Living alone is much like wearing white during the rains or getting your hair coloured orange.

Everybody feels empowered and sexy in the beginning—swagger and all. People are patting your back for the bravado and loving your style. But secretly, they just feel bad for you. (No, not to your face. Imagine someone walking up to you and saying, Pardon me, but I think your head is ablaze. That’s just rude.) Not to mention, you’re pretty paranoid through most of the experience too.

It’s also one of those things you have to experience—like a brain freeze or cake overdose. It may hurt a little but it’s so worth it. Because, you know, if you did things keeping everyone’s opinions in mind, then you wouldn’t get about doing much at all.

As for me, the last 20 posts cut a fair picture of how I got by living alone. Do I want to do more of it in the future? To that I’ll say, do I really have a choice? But at least my journey was fruitful. I now know which of my skills need honing, and what frozen foods last the longest. Experience, in my case, has been a kickass teacher. Most of all, I’ve learned the importance of self-reliance and a positive attitude when unceremoniously dumped by the help.

Anyhoo, mom came home this morning and I’ve been stuffing my face and lazing around all day. Just like my old, spoiled (for the want of a better adjective) self.

Also, one of the first things she did was check on her plants. And this is what she saw:

I feel pretty...

So what I’m really trying to say is:

1) If I can do it, so can you.