i was sitting last night in the house that i am finally leaving. i remember clearly, the day i had walked into this house. i was elated at the beauty the house brought into my life. it was all so perfect. slowly the nuances of the house and the people living in it came alive before me. i closed my eyes and tried to remember the first few days. i remembered the days when all of us used to make chocolate in our little kitchen with the jelly setting in the tiny fridge. drying the clothes in the large backyard and carelessly enjoying the sunshine whilst sitting on the swing in the frontyard. the tiny plants, the beautiful flowers, all of it came alive right before my eyes. after all the fights and issues i'd been through in these four walls, i realised for the first time that i would miss it terribly. images of my new life sped before me and i wasn't too sure if i was ready for the drastic change.
i had come to the realisation that living with a person tells you a lot more about them than many years of friendship can. i learnt gradually that my room mates had good as well as bad points. it took me a long while to accept thier habits and preferences. is it the same with marriage?
the man you love so much may turn out to be a completely different person. this thought set a flame of fear in my heart and made me think of my new life. the life that awaited me. i am on my way to live with my best friend. but, how much do i know about the person i chose to live with? how long do i have to wait outside the loo? who will pick up the morning paper? which side of the bed will i have to sleep on? will i get to choose the side? questions like these played around in my head.
i don't know how sensible my fears are, but, they are what they are.
