Short Stories 190 — Writing Prompt 23
Had I known I was going to have guests at 4am, I would’ve tidied up.
I always found staying away very exciting. And after being washed by these emotions and getting the job in a new city, I must say I was more than happy. The only thing I could think about was the complete freedom that it will bring and that just gassed me up even more. And after a couple of months, it was time for me to change the city, leave my parents and go out in the wilderness, called the world, alone.
I was very happy and excited about the decision and how things turned out. I got to live alone for a while and at the same time, the new place will bring new opportunities and new people along with new experiences. Shifted to the new house, where I decided to live completely alone. Another decision that I was consciously.
Another couple of months passed and I was really happy with how things were going. The job is challenging and interesting at the same time, made new friends, enjoying the cold climate of this city. And there are times when I happen to my family and old friends. And there are days when I think I am having the best days of my life and it can’t be topped, but something even more interesting happens.
An entire year passed. Things had started to mellow down a little. The honeymoon phase was over. The new friends that I meet are good but, after a while, people started to move on. Some switched jobs, some switched cities, and some just changed, and so did I.
I was starting to miss the family a lot, these days. The work has gotten boring, the same thing each and every day. I use the same route every single day to commute as I have travelled the city and there is nothing else new. Recently I got ill. Somehow reached the hospital, completely alone, thanks to myself as I wanted to live alone. And after that, I feel I am a bit scarred. I am getting homesick a lot.
I feel like I have lost the charisma that I had earlier. Things, just don’t seem fun and interesting. Each and every day, it is a fight to get out of bed. I have been getting irritated very easily and because of that I am starting to lose friends, and the communication with the old friends is also starting to die out. When I am in the office, I feel somewhat better, but as soon as I come to the house, it feels empty, very lonely and depressing.
During the weekdays, things are very bland, but the weekends are filled with highs and lows. Either I am having too much fun if I happen to go out with the few friends that I hang out with, or just feel suffocated inside the house. Nothing in between, either high, highs or very low, lows.
And that one weekend on this particular Friday night, I had a breakdown, while I was talking to my mother. I let her know that I was very lonely over here and things were just sad. I also let them know that how much I loved respected them when I was at home, but now after living alone and doing things all by myself, not only the respect has increased, but I also found out how much I really, really loved them. And this broke us both and we started crying.
After talking to mom and sharing all the deep feelings, and the troubles of living alone with her, I felt really good. Good enough to last another few weeks. During these days, I was tired of cleaning and doing all the dishes and cooking. After a certain point, I just gave up on cleaning completely. I started doing this once in a month cleaning, where I would only clean if the trash is unbearable and there is just too much.
I also used the least number of utensils in cooking as I had to clean them myself. And doing these things alone, I did learn a lot of things that I couldn’t have learned living with parents. I was really proud of myself in this regard. I had also started drinking a lot. And it became worse when I started drinking all by myself. And the collection of bottles was whole another hobby, where I would collect all the new bottles. And in this process I started experimenting a lot, just to collect new bottles.
Saturday was really a food day, where I cooked a very nice meal and enjoyed the rest of the day. And I went to sleep.
At night I heard the doorbell go off. I looked at the time and it was 4 in the morning. “Who could this be?” I asked myself. And slowly made my way to the door. I opened e the door and mom and dad were starting there.
I was really happy to see them, but at the same time, the room was a mess and I did not know whether to invite them in or not. The hall is filled with dirt, there are liquor bottles in the bedroom and they will surely no like it. At this point, I wondered, if only I had cleared my room yesterday.