cooking for self and flatmate

Living alone is both a blessing as well as a pain. The fun part is you get to make your own decisions, you can come and go as and when you feel like and the new found independence gives you a lot of privacy to discover self, your weaknesses stare you in the face and you overcome them with your existing strengths or you develop a mechanism to grow some solution and backup for these problems. You also learn to manage budgets and become money-wise.

Well I guess I am running out of pluses right now, but right now I can easily count the negatives of living alone. The budget always acts as a constrain, I keep wondering where did all the money go every time I see my balance. This isn’t the only problem. You have to feed yourself and even a maid or cook can’t really help as your dependency on them makes you feel crippled if they don’t show up even for a single day and you also end up cursing them, which is again a bad habit to pick.

Generally my flatmate takes care of cooking, but she is out again and today too, I am going to cook. I am getting a little more confident with cooking now. After cooking I’ll catch up ‘Final Destination’ on television. J