Lost in transit

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Moving day # 1:

Yayness!! After a month long holiday, this was finally the day I’d imagined ever since i got here. Well not really cos Moving day# 3 is the day id been imagining and it hasn’t really happened yet but this was the beginning of it anyway! There was this funny tugging feeling too, never got to wondering what that could be really ‘because there was so much to think about. You’d think that after 4 different destinations I would have learnt a wee bit of packing skills/techniques or  anything related but I guess I am what I’d  conveniently call a selective learner, also referred to as a lazy last minute person.HMM so enough self deprecating made up terminology.

So i sat glued to my laptop telling the world how i was moving out while actually not doing too much to help the process ,while my parents entertained Aunty who was keen on escorting me to me new homeJ and also stuffed in my last few belongings.

So super huge suitcase#1...Check!! Super huge suitcase#2...Checkk!!(how am i going to get that stuff back to India....definitely unchecked but again we’ll get to that someday!:P) Grey/green file with important papers ....Check...daddys been so careful with it for almost 6 months now......, Small trolley bag ...checkkkk! Purple stole that i lost yesterday while i was being stupidly pensive and running to class at the same time...MISSINGLHandbags with everything can fit in....not checked but im sure i managed to get it all in there!! So it didn’t matter if i got anything left out. Id survive Anyway.

So my beautiful moving day began and we set off to buy me my first step of independent groceries after our little stop to close the super stuffed boot which we daddy suddenly realises was open ...minor mistake...but then again what’s life without little bits of forgetfulness: P it’s a life full of responsibility ...that’s what it is...that’s something I’m here to learn anyway.

Im getting way off the subject so ill skip the rest of the afternoon.Towards evening we were settling me in.Iwas super excited to show my parents the lovely outcome of my search for the perfect house!

Mom enters my room...”oh...”She says...”OH?”i  repeat?.What  does OH mean when it comes from someone who has an opinion about everything that my life revolves around...Oh...oh wow?oh erm where have you brought me.... oh...just oh....what!!!!!!

“Arent’ u going to be scared at night, because your windows face the road???”

Now i will motherJ .

Dad enters.”How come you didn’t go for any of the bigger rooms?”

Me: “Im trying to be a little smarter with money “ (i say seriously but he ‘z still smiling, i don’t get the joke obviously)

Daddy: TSK tsk....i think...you should go for the bigger room baba, more space

Mom:”what does she need more space for,tsk tsk don’t be silly darling”

Me:” its decided....dont you see my smartness in choosing this room!”(clearly they didn’t)

Auntie: i think this room is lovelyyy, so much sunshine”

Dad: i think the bigger room is nicer

Mom: Hmmm yaa....actually...the bigger room faces the backyard and it has a better view and no one can see you from the road...and there IS more space but you will start throwing your clothes and shoes around and you might wan to go to the loo at the other end of the house in the night and ,no no don’t want.......”

Me: “So ???to keep or not to keep?”

Mom: “You decide”

Me” YOU’’ DECIDE!!!”( it was wierd those 2 words, iwasnt too used to hearing them you know)

Dad” no baba, you decide, if you’e ok with this room its okay, no problem”

Now you should know this was said in the way you’d probably say, yayyy chocolate avalanche with chocolate cake and icecream and brownies, but if you want to give me a peanut ,okay...

So final verdict,which im proud to say i came up with. “Let’s wait for the landlady to get here and she can help us decide.she’z a very sweet lady you know”

Well that didn’t happen. We went back home and had guests for a dinner we’d prepared  only just then.

12:15 am (still counting it as day 1)

Aunty and uncle leave. I run to the laptop to check if anyone had decided to post comments  on my excitement about moving. 2  mins of replying and scanning my email for “names that make me smile “later i see this name that made me smile, not because of some sweet,pointless or debatable comment that she had left but because she was a stranger who seemed to know something about me.

Dear Tianna, (it read)

Blah blah blah(i didint really read it properly the first time) MAN named Terry o brien(hey i heard bout this dude in class 2 days ago!!! So wierd) claims to have found your passport.(huh?reads again....WHATTTT!!!)in EARLWOOD(where in Gods name is that!!!)

Blah blah blah.....please feel free to call me if you have any more quieries...blabh blah...phone numbers ...

Regards.

I read again....just to make sure....So wait....id lost my purple stole, and someone found my passport in...wheres the place.....I google....SYDNEY.....new south wales...sydney!!!!i was  there....i had my passport then...omg...it fell out?howww No....i was sure i had it when igot home....omg....i cannot be ....no ....i had it....PRANK..its a prank....that girl....in my non fiction class...she called  me a  cutie....She must be one of those girls in those chick flicks ....im her victim...omg...the lengths people go to.....all those talks about racism...ok no i wont go that far...this is just normal....But what if....no what if he has my passport really...i mean i h avent seen it in a while...But how could i get to meblourne from Sydney without  a passport???

“DADDY., didi need my passport..to get here??”

“No...you just needed your ticket ..why what happened”

Whole family in the room....

Itell them what happened.EVERYONES TALKING together....except Sum, who(God bless her patience) was trying to calm the 3 of us down!

Me: “BUT HOWWWWWWW COULD IT BE POSSIBLE...IHADDD IT WITH ME WHEN I SAID...(ok i don’t wanna tell them that do i?)

Mom:”Everything happens for a reason child...but who is this person...she said to be careful...my god”

DAD:”huh???? What nonsense...its a prank..some friend,...youngsters....

Me:NOOOOOO...its not any friend UGHHHH!!!!!!”

Sum: ok lets not panic till we know for sure..hez left a  number. call him “

No one seems to hear

Sum: ok don’t get stressed....we’ll call him tomoro

More assumptions from us.

Sum: “goodnight,im goin to bed ” she sighed, obviously given up by now.

Dad:”its definitely in the grey green folder i made with all her documents” oblivious to the number of people that remained in the room.

Mom:” where is it?”

Me” in my new house i think”

Mom” uh oh...so we’ll see tomoro...everythin happens for a reason..there must be something in this...for u to learn...maybe to be more responsible”(how subtle, no? Hehe)

Dad n me have no idea who she indicated this to so we both frowned.

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I start planning how ill ask my friend to pick it up from Sydney,while still panicking...Its my passport!!i mean,anyhting could happen to me...

can it be dangerous daddy”

“No baba”

Ok so nothing could happen...but i still find it strange...whats the big deal about a passport then?ugh ! so i started wondering how my dreams would turn out that night i mean with lost purple stole’s and new houses with the grudge staying in it(what!!! now im scared and no one can take that away from me...)passport found by hot men., ok the hot bit was obviously a fantasy but its a dream after all i mean there was a chance that my sub conscious mind would pick  up the HOT bit of it.. so i tried to sleep.....but obviously the excitement of the lost and found passport that never left my bag wasn’t going to let me....so i started  writing this story instead...but back then i really didn’t know the ending.