Moving around furniture and buying some, each time getting a little closer to the way I want the house to eventually look but never quite getting there, makes me the happiest. The nicest and probably the worst thing about this happiness is that the bar is reasonably high now, and the thought of settling for anything that doesn’t balance the practical and the impractical, the perfect and the imperfect so well, scares me. And the idea of living in one of those mass produced apartments in the gated communities of Yelahanka/ Hosur/ Whitefield, is like dying a slow death caused by big EMIs for something I don’t even want. That is a story for another day.
For all the tell tale signs of ageing, like waking up with a headache (that is not a hangover) after an almost all-nighter, there is still one thing that I have held on to. I still don’t want to “settle down”. What fun would it be to get the house to look exactly how I want it to already? Or “settling” for a house that is not even close to perfect? What next? Get the analogy?
Is it foolish to really believe that the fun is in the journey? The journey of course is awesome-r (Barney overdose, please excuse) when you have someone to split the fuel bills and share stories with.
Regular readers and trolls, I am not changing jobs (again). This is just a thought that crossed my mind last night.
By the way, it is October FINALLY. The quarter has still not been closed but at least the happiness of this month is closer. Bring on the festivities. And Big Boss :P