Everyone seems to be going places. Last month was filled with an unheaval of sorts for me and those around. I want to go places. Going home would be good for starters.
Those that know the events that transpired last month and a bit – thanks for the sympathy! Those that don’t – well this too has come to pass so let us move on.
When it rains it freakin pours! Not everybody can claim to have lived this proverb. I totally intend to brag about it to my progeny.
So to be done with this ambiguity – things have finally started looking up since I found a place to live in. Of course the prospect of being homeless, at one stage, looked like a certainty and although I could add living in my office cubicle for 4 days to the list of things to tell future generations, I am glad I dont have to.
House hunting is a nightmare. Take my advice and stay put till somebody volunteers to house – hunt for you/ you build your own house/ you inherit one!!
So after ‘viewing’ over 25 houses the conversation for house no. 26 (which is to be my residence as of tomorrow) went something like this:
Me: Can I fill out this form and hand it to you right now?
Agent: Yes, but we need photocopies of 100 points worth of ID
Me; Yes i have EVERYTHING YOU NEED right here right now.
Ashu: She’s been looking for a house for a while now….
Agent: *Looks around rather unnerved*
Ashu: (while Im filling out the form): Is there anything else we can provide…you know… to make sure ….
Agent: What like a bribe? (smiles)
Ashu: Ya, or Christmas gifts….
Agent: *Smiles politely and proceeds to talk (rather patronisingly) to the other party!*
Anyhow, let bygones be bygones and now that I have the house. My sister and I were trying to figure out whom the agent reminded us of…we eventually agreed that he reminded us of a New Zealander!
Tomorrow I move into the new dwelling and may it herald all good. Lord knows I am functioning on zero energy, zero inclination, almost zero resolve and only will-power. So in all this I think I have satisfied one criteria of Kipling’s when he writes:
‘If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on’!’
So eventually mine shall be the earth and everything that’s in it. Yippeekayayy! (as Bruce Willis expressed!).
Yet, I have tried to see the positives in all of this (I know people at the receiving end of a daily dose of yelling might not agree) but I truly have.
For one, I haven’t had to trudge through pouring rain to go see the umpteen houses, instead I was ‘blessed’ with (very!) hot days. All that walking only makes for more exercise! Im sure my character has undergone a lot of building as that is what hard times are supposed to do. And of course my sarcasm (if not sense of humour) has held up throughout.