Happy Birthday Emily! I know this isn’t usually the kind of stuff we post on here – when we do get round to posting stuff but I thought why not immortalise your 21st on t’ tinternet? (Dontcha just LOVE the yorkshire accent? 😛 )
So yeah – HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. You’re awesome and I love you and you deserve the best birthday in the world on this fine, slightly rainy day (hey it’s England – what more do you expect really?). We’ve talked about the future a lot and how we’re all heading into different directions now that uni is coming to a close but I know that when people want to stay in touch, they make the effort because they’re invested in the relationship. And isn’t time the biggest investment really? So I know we mean it when we say that we’ll always make the time to talk to each other and get up to shenanigans because it’s simply what we love to do! Plus we’re both more than a lil crazy and you know what they say – there’s safety in numbers!
ANYHU, before I ramble on too much, I’ll just wrap up by saying I hope this year brings only great things for you and also that I love you loads and here’s to many many birthdays shared together because you’re the bestest friend a girl could ask for and I love ya 🙂
I would like to begin this post by saying – WELCOME TO THE DEMONSTRATION OF MY PROCRASTINATION. I’ve been literally free for about a month now and I shamefully haven’t added another post on here, choosing instead to binge watch my time away. Anyhu.
Before I begin the “Real Talk”, Emily, I’m glad you’re still alive and also, that your new building has a lift because we all know and accept that I’m terminally lazy. I once took a lift ONE FLOOR DOWN. Not even kidding. Not even ashamed. Haters gon’ hate.
Which leads me to my next topic – independence.
Emily’s musings about how much stuff you need to actually live with/get by with when living alone got me to thinking about the act itself. Living alone that is. I’ve recently migrated home for the summer, as I wait fervently for my third year at university to begin (EEEP!). Multiple times a day, I find myself realising how much my life has changed now that I live most of the year away from home and how being responsible for myself for such a huge chunk of time has actually made me unfit to live at home. If anyone is in two minds about moving away for uni, I strongly recommend it. Living away from your parents and (mostly) from the security net they provide causes you to grow and mature a hell of a lot. You realise that you set your own boundaries in life and it’s up to you to decide what you’re willing to do and what you’re not. Now that I’ve come back home, I’m expected to abide by the rules that I used to follow two years ago – something that isn’t that comfortable to me. And it’s because of one simple reason. It’s not because I hate my parents (I don’t) or my city (I do). It’s because my life has moved forwards and it’s changed without my parents realising or accepting it.
Most parents, especially Asian ones (I’m not being racist – it’s just the experience talking. If others are like this – feel free to comment and share with us) aren’t comfortable with the thought of their children becoming people in their own respects and with the idea of the freedom that requires. It’s really interesting because it always gets me thinking of the human race as a whole. We’re the only animal on the planet that stays with their young as long as we do. Every other species makes their children go out into the wild and learn to survive very soon after they are born. As soon as chicks learn to fly or a sheep can survive without it’s mother’s milk, it has to go out into the world and learn to survive by itself. And yet we keep a hold on our young well into their late teens, early 20s. It’s odd. One could even argue that it’s fundamentally harmful to said teenager because with so much exposure to one or two human beings, aren’t you bound to repeat their mistakes? Because it’s all you’ve ever known – how to act like them.
*strokes imaginary yet majestic beard pensively*
For many students and soon-to-be graduates, they will have been occupying themselves with the task of moving out and often back home. This includes me. Packing up really makes you realise how much crap you have accumulated. So for the majority of the packing up process, I threw away a lot of stuff. A lot. And it makes you wonder about how little you can actually get by with when living away from home. The essentials. The bare necessities. I certainly can get away with not buying so much stuff. It all gets thrown away at the end of the day.
I’m moving into a new flat today too. This time the building has a lift. I’m thankful, having carried multiple heavy boxes down three flights of stairs with many ‘could have almost hurt me’ incidents.
Anyway, I’m finishing my lunch break here.