Home Sweet Home

I hate to admit this, but some of the best decisions of my life have been taken for me by my parents. The terrible ones which had me stuffing my face with too much food and bawling my eyes out, were all mine.

This house was another such decision they took for me, when I came back home abruptly when my marriage of close to 8 years ended. My parents were quick to invest in a home for me.

"Who am I going to build that house with? My dead husband?", was the question I asked them. "You need your own space and therefore you must move out", was their reply.

So I clung on to them and the house that I grew up in even harder, but I could slowly see the practicality of live apart, yet close. My family is loud and opinionated, everyone brings their unique thinking on board which sometimes can cause friction. And that's the most diplomatic way in which I can describe Indian families and silly squabbles.

I eventually moved out with my 4 year old in toe, but close enough to still be around my parents. My kitchen is just for show, because all my meals come from mom's house. My son hates living with me and prefers spending all his free time with his grandparents while I work.

They've gone to Ooty for the summer and I've been home alone for the past 2 weeks. And the bachelorette life is absolutely bliss. No screechy little child to feed every 2 hours, no toys to trip and fall over and a routine that doens't involve shutting between two houses and listening to my now 6 year old son, accuse me of "taking the worst decision of our lives" by moving homes. 

A home is not just a monetary investment, it's a slice of peace, your safe haven and a little bit of your crazy personality up on display.

It's been a little over 2 years since I've been living solo and what a great experience it has been. It's empowering, it's peaceful and I highly recommend it.