Day 2

Considering that yesterday happened to be the first day that I actually spent the night at my new home, on a mattress on the floor :), today happens to be day 2. I got all my stuff from storage delivered yesterday. And they had been lying around, the big small brown colored cardboard boxes. Ofcourse they were occupying a lot of space and also getting on my nerves. But I was too tired to pay them any attention. And, with a night trip to Walmart and another spending binge, coming home at nearly midnight, all I could do was get some sleep to face today.

The problem with me is I guess I am sometimes too cautious! I don't even know if thats the right word. I'll pick up two of everything just so that I don't have to face a shortage anytime soon. Then I will come home and realize, that due to similar realizations in the past, I had done the same thing before and those detergents, soaps shampoos and what nots were still lying around...... unfinished. So now I landed up having 4 of the same thing and very much in the mood to switch to some different brand , just for a change. Yes I guess I should not have to see Walmart in a long time to come.

Then there is this other peculiarity, but I guess that might be a little bit in all of us. Once I start something I really want to finish it. Especially when that is emptying out the cardboard boxes and putting things away, just so that the apartment gets a semblance of normalcy. And then, even when I am ready to drop from having seen all the packed stuff that I could have seen for a day, there are still more boxes, still more putting away of stuff to be done. And I keep at it, even though the very notion of seeing another packing, becomes nauseous. But then its no longer about unpacking.... it becomes about just getting done........ just so I don't have to see another packing box in my life (ok, atleast for some months.) It becomes just about looking around and seeing everything stacked away in their right places.

Unfortunately, I gave up today after a sound piece of advice from Maa. I would rather complete my unfinished sleep since what seems like yesteryears, than put away any more stuff. So my house is still a mess. There are two boxes, untouched lying at the far end. There are planks of wood neatly arranged all along the drawing room wall, waiting to be built into a table, and there is a mattress ..... and this temporarily defines my living quarters. There is a bedroom too, but with the unfinished frame occupying more than three quarters of the space, I had to move to living in the so-called dining room space.

With all this around, I have hardly been able to actually realize that I am on my own. Infact this is even better than Hyderabad. There I had a room, here I have a home. :) There, even though it would cost me 5 rupees or 10 rupees, I would get these gerberas I think, from the florist at the bus-stop. I would everytime ask him to guarantee that the flower would bloom for a week and he would humor me into making me believe so. I would then happily go home, arrange that one stalk of pink or yellow or red flower beside my mattress on the floor (yes, I did not own a bed in Hyderabad...... funny that Seattle should start off in the same way. ) And sometimes the flower did bloom for a week. But just seeing the colors everyday made such a difference. If nothing else, that 5 rupees that I spent would give me the joy of admiring something beautiful everyday when I would get up...... till the day that the petals drooped and one by one fell off.

I like vibrant/warm colors. They keep you happy. And hence, even though the rest of my house is a faded beige and brown (the color of cardboard boxes ofcourse), my bathroom has a yellow shower curtain, a blue towel, a lavender hand towel, a blue-yellow octopus and other sea-creatures drawn toothbrush mug and a yellow bath-mat. In all the house, right now, this happens to be the most colorful place. :) Ok I don't know if this makes a very scary description of colors, but you are welcome to visit and look.
So till I add color to the rest of my apartment and my life, :) I guess I will sign off. But I should jot this last bit down. The day that I was actually a nerve-wreck with Ikea, I actually complained and cribbed to Maa about how, if I had a husband I could have made him do all the work. I would never have had to hammer a nail. And I would have had someone to blame for the mismatched chairs. :) Yes, quite the wrong attitude to have, I know. But still that seemed to be the only headache lacking at that time. Now on reflection, and as I had said, with a much more saner stance I can safely say that I am actually proud of myself for having completed what I did. Infact I look forward (with a little hesitation) to assembling the dining table. Well, so long, now that I have got out all the thoughts brewing in my system, I can go to sleep. :)
Goodnight !!