As a child, I have left my parents and home alone many times. For the reason that I spend more time with my aunts. So I will not share that experience with you.
What I want to share with you here is my experience of staying in hostel in university life. When I was admitted to the university, in the first semester I stayed in the hostel because the university was far from my home. That was the first time I was so excited. I thought hostel life was better than home life because there we can live our own life. We can stay up all night and gossip with our friends (And here I was wrong) because my friends were not with me.😧
The first time I shifted to the hostel with my luggage, I was not sad at all when I was separated from my family. The first day was good in my hostel. But when the stale hostel food came in front of me, I remembered my mother's hand food for the first time there. When I complained to the hostel staff, they sent me away saying that if I come here again, they will expel me from the hostel.
Wait what????
I have to eat this stale food in the hostel? (My God)🥺
One month's advance fee was deposited in the hostel by my father. So then I thought that if I go home, I will lose my all money. Because they won't refund my fee. So, I did not tell my mother about the hostel food. I convinced myself at this stage that after a month I will leave this hostel.
But what reminded me more of my parents was the attitude of my roommates. My roommates had some rules. They started counting their rules to me one by one.
When they went to take their class, I would take care of their stuff.
I turn off the light in the room when they sleep.
I could not eat any fast food in the room with them.
On the side of the fan they will sleep.
When they goes out of the hostel at night, I will not tell them to hostel staff otherwise they will misbehave with me.
And the worst thing I found about them was that if I had to comb my hair, I had to go out of the room.
And I remember I cried a lot that day. It's not that I was very weak. But the behavior of these girls was so absurd that I didn't think it necessary to argue with them. That's why I could not say anything to them at that time. They were standing in front of me like a teacher scolding their student. I missed my home a lot at that time. After leaving their room, I immediately called my parents to come and take me from here. When they asked me the reason, I told them all one by one And after hearing this, my father did not want to let me stay there even for a night.
When my father came to pick me up, while I was leaving, I complained to the hostel staff that they should keep an eye on these girls who go out at night. But I later found out that a staff member was involved with these girls herself. (Sad)
Since then I have never lived a hostel life. Because these two days had told me that home life is nothing less than heaven. We can eat food from our mother's hand in our house which is a thousand times better than hostel food. Rather, there is no comparison of food from mother's hands.💕
These two days proved me wrong that hostel life is good. And it is true that there is no freedom like home anywhere.