From Mumbai to Hyderabad✈️

 

Ok! I retook a long break AGAIN! Without prior intimation AGAIN! Hear me out? Ok! So in these past 6 months, a lot has happened, and I mean A LOT! Some were small, some were big, some were amazing, and some were life-changing. (This blog is more of a diary entry than a blog)

There were results, marriages, 18th birthdays and most of all, moving out of the place I have been living for the past 18 years. Yes! You read it right, I moved out of my hometown, my comfort place- Mumbai; in fact, at this very moment, I am writing my blog from my new home- Hyderabad. It was not easy, but I guess it was worth it. Let me tell you, all of this happened in one week. The calculations of packing, travelling, and meeting loved ones happened in a week. It was not until my birthday that I realised I was ACTUALLY moving out.

It was not easy. There were phases where all I wanted to do was to run out of this place. There were sleepless nights, sad mornings and low-energy days; after all, I was in an area where I had no one. It was hard to be away from family and friends. Every night I used to tell my parents, "I want to go; this place is not good; it is so negative." I was not ready to deal with the challenges ahead of me. I wanted to go back to my comfort zone. I came up with new reasons to just leave this place. I was chaotic and dramatic. This place felt like a horrible place, but... it is not anymore.

Moving away from your loved ones is very difficult, especially when you go to a place where no one knows you. But I will say it helps you a lot. When you are with them, you always feel dependent on them, have someone to rely on, and do not know or realise your own strength. When you are far from them, you find the power to deal with things. After all, there is no success in comfort zones. 

In fact, comfort does not exist much here. I learn new things every day. Some are easy to understand, while some are hard. If you ask me, washing plates back home was more manageable than washing a bunch of clothes yourself. Well, now I would consider myself a mediocre-level washer anyways. Jokes apart, I learned a lot of things. I now know that if I was back in town, I would not be living the 'adulting life'. When I have low days, I know to handle myself; when I am confused, I try to calculate the good and bad; When things get complicated, I breathe and plan out. 

No one taught me to face these things, but I now try to learn something myself. I am away from my own family, but I made this new small one; they are new but try to know me. There are some misunderstandings sometimes, but we communicate things out, and even though we do not know where this will go, we still try to stick it out. After all, Harry Styles once said, "It doesn't matter whether you live in a house, a flat or in a boat; it's love that turns wherever you live into a home."

Well, if I was still there, I would not have learnt many things, made many new memories and met new people. I miss every one of my friends, and I wonder what it would have been if my friends from back home were here, but probably then, I would not have met the new ones here. I miss homemade food, but probably then, I would not have gotten to wait in line and finally have the satisfaction of eating. I miss the pampering of my grandparents, but probably then, I would not have learnt their care towards me. I miss my parent's cuddles and scoldings, but probably then, I would have never realised their love for me. I miss my home, but I probably would have never gotten one step closer to my dreams if I was still there.

Ps: Credits to my uncle for giving me this idea.