Lately, life has been hard. Really hard... And I can't say that one thing has made it difficult - it's many things...and actually it's just me. I have way too much time to think, obsess about the unknown and waste time. There's something really healthy about being busy and productive. This life, the life I've made, has gotten to me…
I'm not the Marie you all once knew right now. I'm not the brave, outgoing, intense about living Marie you all think I am. I've become much more sober and dull. But somehow, the will to live is within me. I started taking language classes again and here I am forcing myself to write a blog, not because I think you're interested but because I know it's good for me. Survival is kicking in right now...even though I just want to sit here and watch the day become night. Yet something is telling me to get up, fight...take back what was stolen and become brilliant. I can hear it...it's my mother's voice.
Ok enough senti sappy shyt...I just moved from the huge 4 bedroom/4 bath, sad, haunted and cold flat I lived in for one whole year. It was a beautiful home, as you will see. And from the outside it was all a foriegner like me would want. But it was filled with immense sadness. Found out from a neighbor that a few years ago a women burned her husband alive in that house...eeekkk. The neighbor, wondering how I had lived there so long, mentioned that no one had lived in that flat longer than 3 - 6 months at a time.
Here are the pictures.
Living room before Lindsey and I finished the decor...it was really bad before this. Let's just say...looked like a place you'd wake up in after spending the whole night listening to trance music cracked out of your mind...
After we finished with the decorating...
cost no more the $150...beautiful...
Bedroom...
nice but not much sunlight and
made me and others perpetually sneeze..
Stairs leading to the livingroom...
That's it folks... tatazzz housiieee
Had lots of fun here too, can't deny that...
Friends at my house warming...
Now for the new home...
I move just 2 floors up. No longer will I be bombarded with 8am Saturday wake up calls from desperate walla men ringing my doorbell asking me to buy this or that... Now, I have a view from my front balcony and a open terrace on top of my building. Like the ones in New York you see in the movies...Yea that's right... got the sunlight and view of the city during the day and the stars at night...and a large forest off to the right.. of which my friend Anshul swears he sees flying owls and eagles and hears peacocks calling...I believe everything he says
Entrance...
Kitchen... where the cooking does go down...
especially with Mr. Goel - expert chef himself.
Temple still set up...
left by the family that moved to Kuwait...
My room...love it..it's sooo cozy and
feel like I could sleep forever.
Never felt that way in my other room...
Stairs leading down to the livingroom...
Now for my simple yet lovely livingroom...
There you have it my friends...
I love this home...
Goodbyes are hard but necessary,
for new beginnings...
I cried when I left my old place...
but now it gives me chills...
to even think about going down there...
Maybe that's how life is sometimes...
It's hard to leave the darkness but once we're out...
we never want to go back...
muah
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