Shopping and Packing

My job offer was finally confirmed yesterday, and I could go shopping at last. To my dismay, though, my waist size seems to have gone up a size, though I know I have lost a lot of weight. It's a little troubling, but I think I'll take care of working out and eating healthy once I am living on my own. Now that I am home for one last week, I want to enjoy the luxury of eating fatty food and sleeping till 9 a.m. 

Laundry Lists

Moving to a new place inevitably means making hundreds of lists. It also inevitably means that I end up losing most of the lists, forget to take half the things, and end up running around looking for essential items in a new city. 

I have moved a few times in my life before, and by now, I am a little bit more aware of the things I am likely to forget (and then regret not having them in some odd hours of the day). These usually include essential, yet forgettable items like nail-cutters, spare specs, band aids and the like. 

So now, I am making lists- an endless array of them, to be frank. Then I face the daunting task of finding all these items at home, and packing them into the measly 15 kgs that the airlines allow. I don't know if I will have space left for all the clothes and shoes I want to take. 

The Onset of Adulthood- a new job, a new city, a new home

I turn 24 in a few days' time. As old as that may seem, I've been a student all this while. I stayed in my university, or at home. My parents paid for all my expenses. I did a few internships where I spent more money than I earned, and essentially, even though I was an adult, I had none of the criteria that makes one an adult.

Now, I've got my first job. It doesn't pay much, but it's better than nothing. I will be moving to Delhi next week. One hears such horror stories about the place that I am quite nervous. I am already looking for a place to stay (since I don't want to live with my great-aunt), but the pictures I see online drive me close to tears.

I have so many tough decisions to make. And so many, many, many questions!

Do I stay alone or with roommates? (I want to stay alone, and I absolutely refuse to stay as a paying guest. Memories from a past internship still haunt me at times.) The thought that worries me most is- what if there is a cockroach or a lizard in my room in the middle of the night? (Shudder!)

Do I want a  furnished apartment?

Do I stay in a nice place in a not-so-safe area or in a horrible place in a very safe area?

Can I take the apartment which does not have a kitchen?

Can I live for six months without going out to eat or shopping at all? (This is what I'll need to do, in all probability)

The prospect of thinking ten times before spending a penny horrifies me. But maybe I need to learn the hard way.

Being poor sucks!