This construction/home renovation thing is now getting on my nerves.
I am being forced to vacate my temporary room once again. What’s worse is that this time I have to move out not just my ass but everything else as well. They are painting the room so everything must go. Previously I just had to physically move to my brother’s room but more than half of my stuff was still in my sister’s room (because my sister was visiting us). Now I am all confused. There is not much space in my brother’s room to accomodate all my stuff. I am being reminded of the time spent in USA when I had three room mates. It was one hell of a congestion back then. And now all this again in my life. Damn!! And it’s not yet over. It seems like I will have to migrate to different rooms at least twice before finally moving to my newly (re)constructed room.
Talk about nomadic life, this can’t get any worse. I hope I am able to retain my sanity by the time it all ends. I almost lost it last night.
Oh the woes of being desi. I think everyone I know has been thrown out of their room for a visitor or family member. So just accept it, but we will always be here to listen.
I accept being thrown out of my room. This summer I was thrown out of my room, and my warm bed for my 12 year old niece. Injustices never cease Umar, especially amongst Pakistanis.
S
S, why obsessed with being desi? Anyway, I have never been thrown out my room. Not after high school. But now my room is being reconstructed so basically I have no room of my own.