Clumsy.

I didn't choose the clumsy life, the clumsy life chose me.

Embracing the clumsy.

I admit I'm clumsy and apparently there's nothing to do about it. I'm not saying I googled "how to un-be clumsy", but I guess there's actually nothing to do about it. 

Okay, so I've just googled it. The steps include "Reduce anxiety" so, no, there's no "cure".

So how's the clumsy life actually? Spoiler: it's hard!

I trip all the time. Rugs, shoe laces, you name it. 

I bump my knees and elbows everywhere everyday. If my knees and elbows sued me, I wouldn't be surprised. All of this results in, of course, bruises and cuts. Not very pretty.

Cutting and burning myself while cooking is also very common. And with my sensitive skin, it gets even more dramatic, you don't want to know. This is why I own a lot of band-aid and I have to have some in my wallet all the time. I hate leaving my cuts exposed, because, again, sensitive skin. Sometimes I even find mysterious cuts and bruises and can't wrap my mind around how and when I got them.

Having coffee while walking isn't for me, I should be legally banned. Because every time I spill it. Every single time. Whether on myself or (hopefully) on the floor. And if the coffee's still hot, some burns happen. Great...! I have a jacket that was ruined because of a mocca stain that surprisingly got too "attached" to it and refused to leave even after many washes. 

During my lifetime, I fell off chairs stairs, I tripped over staircases. I've accidentally hit hundreds of people in the streets, metro station and simply everywhere. Sometimes I get tired of apologizing and I pretend nothing happened.  

This is pretty much how being clumsy feels like, in addition to the laughter of the audience. Delightful. 

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Dear Roommate.

Dear roommate,

We've spent some time together, long enough to share many happy and sad moments, long enough to share stories, food and experiences and long enough to peel some layers from each one of us.

After all this time of sharing more than an apartment, it feels really hard to say goodbye. So many memories in a short time, so many inside jokes. Sometimes when we were talking I'd tell you "one sec" to text, remember? Well, I wasn't necessarily texting, I was most probably writing down what I'm grateful for and what I want to apologize for. I'm not very good at expressing myself at these kind of situations so here you go.

I want to thank you for taking care of me. You were there for me when I was down and had no-one else. Thank you for asking me if I took my pills and ate when I was sick in bed all day. Thank you for going to the pharmacy in the early morning to get me medicine because it was too cold. You know you're my hero because you filled the hot-water bottle all the times I was in pain and couldn't leave the bed. Many, many times.

Thank you for yelling at me for not drinking milk and telling me I don't consume enough calcium.

Thank you for telling me I'm hot and all those good stuff when I ask you how I looked. And all the good vibes that made me feel so much better about myself. You were the one to encourage me to try a red nail polish and different clothes from my usual style. And you were actually right, I try many new things in life, but I didn't dare to wear red nail polish or a dark green sweater (I hate green, but yeah). Such a wonderful shopping partner! Even though, you take too long to shop yourself, but I survived!!

Thanks for letting me introduce you to new things: Indian food, weird French stuff and normal things you've never tried. Thanks for watching my favorite show with me.Thank you for all the times you were with me (even when you were tired) because I didn't want to be alone: seeing a doctor and grocery shopping...

Thank your for accepting my differences and not judging me. Including accepting my weird sleepwear and never making me feel awkward about it. "Freedom of clothing" as you call it. 

A huge thank you for tolerating my mood swings. And the dirty dishes I leave (Thanks for doing them when I left them before going to Germany because I was in a rush!). And the occasional drama and anxiety as well. And letting me apply the extra lotion on your hands because I still can't figure out how much I need. You have to admit your skin got better, though. Kidding.

Thank you for silly dancing with me in the morning while making coffee. Those little things meant a lot to me. All the loud, loud laughs. You're such a hilarious person who turns everything into a comedy show and I'll miss that. And DO NOT CHANGE.

And remember all the times you spent "bonding" with Ariel? Yeah that was fun!

And I must apologize for a bunch of stuff as well.

I'm so sorry for accidentally waking you up in the middle of the night because I dropped something. Many times. Sorry. And thank God you're a heavy sleeper who could sleep with the lights and music on so I didn't have to compromise when it comes to sleeping times.

I'm sorry I was picky, grumpy, moody and too honest. I'm working on the first three but I'll keep my honesty. I'm sorry I wasn't always free to hangout.

I'm sorry I always told you to lower your voice when you were on the phone, but girl, you are loud! Even louder than me, which is weird cause I'm always the loudest. Sorry for singing, I know my voice is annoying. And sorry for telling you all the time to turn off the damn bathroom light, but you know how important it is to save resources. "My dad doesn't work at STEG (electricity firm, an inside joke)!!".

I'm sorry I didn't like your music and pretty much forced mine. I'm happy you liked mine so you weren't completely forced to listen, were you? Also, so sorry I couldn't multi-task most of the time and you had to wait for me to finish something so you could talk to me! I only have one brain-processor like you said.

My sincere apologies for cooking salmon all the time when you hate its smell. You know I've always tried my best to make it quick and then get rid of the smell. It always took some time. Sorry.

You remember that day there was a huge insect? Well, I'm sorry I terrified you and you know quite well I didn't know back then about your phobia. I'm sorry I told you to deal with it at first before realizing you couldn't. I must admit I was afraid myself but I took one for the team.

I'm fashionably late and I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for me to get ready to go out. Also, so sorry for the last-minute showers which of course made you wait more. 

Last but not least, I'm sorry I've corrected your grammar mistakes an endless amount of times. You know pretty well I can't help it. Also sorry for popping my neck even though it's annoying and "dangerous".

I'll never forget the day I was devastated (and eventually in pain) and you calmed me down and brought my hot-water bottle and we lied watching a comedy show. I'll never forget the loud laughs in the middle of the zebra-crossing. I'll never forget all the times you were acting so silly I had to film.

Take care of yourself, eat some veggies and please keep on drinking enough water. You promised you'd visit and I did too.

Hugs and kisses,

Your annoying little sister.

PS: Please stop buying bread when you already have at home, we could've opened a bakery shop, girl!

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