So I’m back because once again my friend MT (she’s different from MP by the way) has asked me to shed my pearls of wisdom for her benefit. Today we talk about perseverance.
Recently, because I hate myself, I started on this 31 day challenge of self-love and 6 days into it, everything is going hunky dory when we’re suddenly told to come up with at least 10 things we love about ourselves. It’s not a stretch to say it took me the entire day to make that list. In my defense though, I love that list and I’m quite proud of it. But I’m prouder of point number 7 i.e. perseverance.
Because I am also mainstream and if the numbers in Bombay are any indication, all has gone to shit in any case. Might as well clock down the lessons learnt before aliens decide they have had enough of our incompetence, hatred and violence and decide that colonizing humans is the only viable option to save earth and her species.
I am 30 years old and I live with my parents. It is mostly out of choice, partly because they live in Bombay and why would I leave this city to live somewhere else, and 100% because I don’t have the finances to afford living separately.
Before I share by two-bits on how to live with your enthusiastic Indian parents, let me start by acknowledging my privilege:
I don’t have to worry about groceries or vegetables or rent.
I don’t have to prepare a timetable to feed myself. My mother usually cooks and all I have to do is get up at 1 PM and lay the table.
My parents don’t let me contribute to the household expenses. They say it is their privilege that they don’t need to rely on their daughter’s money.
Everything I earn is my own because I don’t need to spend it on essentials.
In a post COVID world, there may come a time where you are forced to move back home because of tight finances. This post, inspired by friends who are contemplating such a move, hopes to equip you for such a change.