living by myself this year was probably the best decision i have ever made.
don’t get me wrong, i LOVE my roommates from freshman and sophomore year, and would room with them in a flash if the nordheim rent miraculously went down. but after my ordeal last year (which i am glad actually happened, because the roommate who moved in is a complete sweetheart compared to the one she replaced) i wanted to go a different route. constantly cleaning and inquiring after someone who insists that they don’t have personality issues (when they clearly do) was not fun, not fun at all.
so, here i am, in the most fabulously un-posh studio on the ave, cutting out my own second-class wall decals (i refuse to spend eighty bucks to buy them), pasting them up on the wall with double sided sticky tape, and creating framed poster prints out of my art pieces and colored ductape. am i creative? i certainly think so.
but mostly, i’m completely broke.
i’ve realized that after months of enjoying the best indian food ever (chicken tikka masala at the snap of a finger, hot buttered naan stacked on wicker baskets whenever i raise a finger, and mango lassis freshly whipped placed at my elbow) it SUCKS to be back in Seattle.
the only good point is that now, there are five thai restaurants to choose from, since good thai food is probably about the ONLY thing that India lacks on when it comes to food.
But where are the chaat bandhars? the streetside sugar cane machines? the blankets spread out on the roadside with mounds of stacked sitafel?
Not just that, but the giant meals you can buy for a mere 250 rupees (approximately five dollars) will be very much missed as well.
here, i could buy a fist-sized serving of pad kee mao at Thai-Ger Room for a shocking eight full dollars.
and so, with great trepidation and a heavy heart, i trekked to Safeway to load up on Cup o’Noodles, Cap’n Crunch, bread, and a gallon of milk.
And for every bite of overly sugary cereal i take, i’ll have to pretend its a spoonful of fresh, hot lamb biryani. :(
Come visit me at home. We will have Biryani together.
p.s- you gotta teach me how to be creative. My room still has plain white walls and it has been almost 3 years we moved into our ‘new’ house.
homie, i already love you, and i know its not possible to love you anymore than i already do, but i swear i’ll find a way to make it possible if you make me biryani :D