Moving out of the boarding house and into my own apartment has been an interesting experiment of liberation. On the one hand my mind gets to forget the countless laws enforced by the boarding house and on the other, it must re-train itself to an entirely new dogma. For example:
The Old Rule: “Boys are not allowed in your room”
The New Rule: “You are not allowed to have sex in the living room, kitchen bathroom or hallway” (this leaves only the bedroom).
But I must confess moving out isn’t all that bad. One gets used to the atmosphere of unrestrained freedom, so much so, that I have now become addicted to buying novelty kitchen utensils. I recently acquired a set of babushka measuring cups and spoons, a pink toaster, and comic book tea cups. And there is purple spotted teapot I have had my eye on for some time…hopefully this phase won’t be short lasting.
