Welcome one and all, to my second blog in 10 months.
It takes a village to raise a child. A philosophy my mother always stood by. Because after all, it's slightly ridiculous to trust just herself and my equally inexperienced father with building the personality of a whole new human being. Don't put all your eggs in the hands of two paranoid first-time parents.
And so I grew up in this carefully curated family of eccentric friends who decided to raise equally eccentric kids.
Now there comes in time in everyone's life when you realise that no matter how much love you give, your architecture professors just don't love you back. Hence with the signing of my final grades, I decided to leave college and reached out to one set of villagers. And in all my efforts of not imposing and being polite, informed them that I would be coming the next day and staying for the following 3.
Soon followed m̶e̶ -c̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶- t̶o̶- m̶y̶- f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶- t̶i̶l̶l̶- h̶e̶-d̶i̶d̶ the booking of my bus tickets, The packing of whatever clothes I could find and the bullying of a friend to go home on the same dates so I wouldn't be alone on the bus. My first ever overnight bus. For my first solo journey.
The next three days were simply comfort. Everything reminded me of home, the people, the books on the shelf, the stories the polite arguments. I got to hear about my father being a favourite among school mothers and how mine insisted on walking into her posh office with bananas in hand.
Now for those of you who know me, are probably aware of my demure but sophisticated personality. However, their house was too comfortable and they had to endure the less-than-quiet version of me.
To TM and DM, thank you for having me. Please be prepared to have me every break I get.
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