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It's not about staying alone; it's about staying independently



Habits do change!

It hurts when someone calls you selfish because now you cannot easily adjust to them. After all, now you cannot simply do as it is told to you and now have your way of doing things. The reason? They say I am living alone. Firstly, what you see as living alone is never a choice but an obligation. It was the punishment I got to study or for someone to work out of their hometown, for your betterment and growth. Otherwise, why would someone choose to stay in a building of heartless people?

Staying independently gives you the responsibility of every tiny bit around you, may it's folding your clothes vertically and not horizontally due to the availability of storage around your place, which may not even be yours. Yet, when you go home, it's all different now. You are not doing things the same way you did when you were younger… even bathing daily at 7 am feels different now because habits change!

I never imagined myself 3 years ago doing some of the things I do now… I was very much sure about my choices, but some habits like that of the utterly clean room do change when you have to do everything alone!

Someone told me once that when you say, “it's just a habit” you are near the time to change it, or if I may say, break it! Some bad habits are good to break but when it's time to leave those good habits, it sucks. But eventually, you get used to it.

-aditi

 

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  1. A Poignant reminder that growth often means outgrowing even the habits that once grounded us...

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