The last time I sat down to write something was almost 100 days ago. A 100 days and how things have changed. I am in huge debt thanks to the home loan. First time in my life I have been forced to change my work philosophy. Job now comes first. None of my previous employers seemed so overwhelming. Gone are those days when I could just recommend a 90 day vacation for myself. All this for a dream..... A dream to live in our own a house some day. A small house in my small, lazy, little cute city.
I own one now.
Someone had once said "if you really want to do something from the bottom of ur heart the entire universe will conspire to help you do it". Maybe he was referring to the banks. They are really conspiring. Or maybe he was referring to my ex landlords who used to discuss the increasing cost of living so that they we would not oppose their plans to increase rent. Or was he referring to all my relatives who used to remind us that its time to make something of our own.
I was 13 when I first started to dream. 20 years. Hundreds of conspiracies and thousands of wishes later. My dream has come true. The dream of a small little house. The house is a little bigger than the one in my dream. The place is the same. The universe conspires in strange ways. It has given me a big house but I am living in a tiny place compared to my house in a busy busy city praying that i still have my job when i go to office tomorrow.
