Finding shared Accomodation,
is like finding a marriage,
with people you hate.
And that brings me to my dillema for the week, its Friday – and tommorow I go out on a hunt for shared accomodation (not because I hate my family, but because – the IDEA just sounds too damn exctiting) – I don’t mind If i find a place, the rent-free option of living with my Aunt has been bliss since my return from Samoa – but seriously, we have to become adults right? hmm *thinks about that* Ok, cut the bullshit, THE REAL REASON, I want my own space.
I love my family to bits, but in a Samoan Family, the word “space” is almost taboo to mention.
I live in a 5 bedroom townhouse (an inner-city cubbyhole) – which as I mentioned, is my Aunties place. It’s spacious and I find myself feeling lonely when I’m on the east-wing (the run down courtyard from 1887) or when I’m in the garden (the 1 metre strip resembling a grave dugout) or even when I’m in the “family room” which doubles as the entertaining area & my uncles late night poker rituals.
but THIS is not the space I’m talking about.
- I wake up and I have my little cousin running around my room wearing a diaper on her head and trying to do a cartwheels, cute? hm. not at 6am in the morning