BlogMas 2018 Day Four - Pottermore

It's laborious to begin your life in a new city. The prospect of creating your life anew from the ground up is thrilling. But I reckon the exhilaration dumbs down when you need a safe place. Over the past two years, home has come to mean a lot of things for me. It's safety, and security and comfort and everything else in between. And I reckon that's when home stops being a place. In all of the theatricals your life goes through, there's always that one person whose guts you hate on the spot, but you very well recognise their vibe. For more often than not, your escape place is the same(read: Carter's). The reality of being lost in a new city hits you every single day, and continues to ruin you. All we crave amidst the madness is some quiet. Or, a walk along the sea. 

My best days are with myself - snuggled up on my couch, some popcorn to fatten me up and a soppy movie going on. It's that warm, fuzzy feeling you have. Bliss. One such night was with a dear friend. Again, snuggled up, watching a movie. Mooting over life and possibilities and silences. There are a lot of kinds of friendship we develop all through our life, but never the same kind twice. We never wholly register the idea of how much we exist in other people's lives, either. And these are fragmentary moments. They come and go, and their frequency with that one person never alters. We never outgrow some people, no matter the nonsensicality that is your relationship. They're your restoration point - for your confidence, love, dinners or booze (this one's vital!). They're the old grandma's home remedy to homesickness. We make a lot of homes for ourselves all our lives. And some of them we carry with us. In the new city, in your new life, they become your point zero. 

Today is my friend/colleague/part-time teacher, Sanjana. When I asked her what she'd like me to write about, she said that out of all the times over the couple of years, there was one where she realised where her warm and fuzzy place lay, and how used to you could get to a person that they feel nothing short of home. And if any of you lovelies ever need a home in this city, you'll always find us gazing into completely different directions under a pretty balcao.

Until then.

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

A.