Ms

well its that time of the year again. ive done it 4 times before, but the fifth one does not make the whole process any easier. im clearly not v apt at adpating to such sorrows. moving out of halls. its funny, last year, i was always miserable leaving halls and moving away for the holidays becuase i missed my friends. now, when i see the parents of others picking them up, i get this dull ache in me, wishin it were my parents picking me up. i know exactly how it will be: my mom will be pissed off at my dad becuase he is a bad driver and may have fallen asleep at the wheel while on the highway. my mom will assert that my room smells bad. my dad will talk to the parents of other people, whether they want to talk to him is a different matter, and a fact which goes way over his head. then he will come to me and start bitching about them, and he will ask me if i know their kid and if he/she is an idiot. they will both complain about the amount of stuff i have, and how most of my things are not necessay (” its a peice of paper manisha! WHY do you need it!! why do you have 50 receipts for??!!”). then they will delay leaving the place after im all packed. and knowing my parents and their propensities, they will fall asleep on my bed…yes both parents squished in my single bed. then they will wake and ask me to somehow find tea for them ( tea in the literal sense, not in the northern way. for godssakes.) . then maybe, MAYBE we will leave. unless they decide they want to be fed. then we will go looking for food.  on the quest for food, my father will suggest about 20 different places with equal enthusiasm (“OHHHH lets have indian food. oh look here…there is thai. shall we have thai food? oh wait wow there is chinese…lets have chinese.”) then they will delay again, doing some nonsensical thing like walking. then we finally leave, and he will alomost certainly nearly kill us with his horrible driving. and my mom will then get annoyed at him.

 sigh. nomads. sometimes somethings should just remain permanent.