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Spoiled at home, seasoned in hostel

 Okay, confession time.

Never in my life had I travelled alone in public transport. Never bought a bus ticket either.

Not because I didn’t want to. I just... never had to. Life didn’t give me that moment.


Till 12th, I was a proud school bus member. One fixed seat, same bus aunty, and a backpack that held more dreams than books.

When we went out, I’d always pester mom — “Let’s go home, pleaseee!”

Seriously, hats off to my extrovert mumma. She’s been handling me like a pro all these years.


Being a single child is a full-time main character job.

I had my own little kingdom at home.

My parents didn’t need to scold me — I was already doing things on time, neatly, like a mini perfectionist.

They’d get me stuff before I even asked for it.

I didn’t cry for chocolates or toys — mostly because I already had what I needed (and also because crying was too much work).


Basically, I was their adorable, low-maintenance, overthinking, introverted child. And they loved it.


But life has plot twists.


Now I’m living 240 km away from home. In a hostel.

Okay yes, not that far. But for a homesick, emotionally-attached, single child like me — it’s a BIG leap.


I remember the first time I had to wash clothes.

Had zero clue. My friends had to guide me step by step like I was defusing a bomb.

Fast forward to now — I can sort, soak, scrub, and spin like a pro.

Someone put “Laundry Queen” on my resume, please.


Hostel taught me things no school or textbook could.

How to handle people with different mindsets.

How to manage chores on zero motivation.

How to laugh through homesickness, and find joy in little things — like chai at 4 PM or a shared packet of chips.


It’s been 1.5 years now.

I’ve grown emotionally, mentally (and maybe gained a kilo or two).

But most importantly, I’ve grown independent.


Life’s weird — you never know what’s waiting for you next.

But trust me, even the unexpected chapters help you become the best version of yourself.

Keep every lesson close — good, bad, embarrassing. One day, they’ll all make sense and help you bloom.

Until then, embrace your chaos. You’re doing better than you think!


Keep growing, keep glowing, and never underestimate your strength — especially if you’ve ever hand-washed your jeans in winter.

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