One of the biggest challenges of a separation or a divorce that no one really likes to talk about is literally giving up everything you *thought* you owned. Including the security of calling a place your home. About the same time last year, I moved into possibly the only place I can truly call home – after falling in love with the colour of the building (yes, I can be terribly childish like that) and then the balcony, and then the children’s park and then the swimming pool, exactly in that order, with the barest possible things needed to live.
I rented some beautiful furniture from Furlenco (no, this is not a sponsored post but I’m a fan for life after their customer service experience) but didn’t realize the amount of brain space I’d be wasting on worrying about the said furniture being safe – a 9-year-old, a cat and a dog are not exactly the controllable kind – or a good combination with a leather lazyboy – you get the picture.
And then one day, the inevitable happened – Mischief – who truly wants to live up to her name, broke open my kajal stick and smeared it all over the futon. And I lost it on the child, and everyone else around me – a day I wasn’t really proud of my actions as a mother of the furry and the non-furry kind. That was also the day I decided that I’d rent no more, and would buy furniture in bits and pieces when I could afford it.
Cut to this month – I gave up everything I rented and bought things I absolutely fell in love with – a cute bright red dining table – some sofa-cum-beds for the living room, and finally, this home is full again – full of things that I’ve slogged my a** of for, and struggled to put together. The best part was when H spilt chocolate ice-cream on the dining table and said – “Now you don’t have to clean it right away, Amma. It’s our’s.” So I let the chocolate stain stay for a day. Because I could!
This year has truly been one of the most rewarding, and I truly am thankful for the way it is ending.