So what have I been doing all this time that I have spent in hiding? Apart from some traveling adventures, a few non-traveling adventures, work and movies, nothing much..really. If you don’t count online shopping as an excuse for an activity, that is. Now, having never actually been much of a shopaholic in the past, the true reason for which being my perpetual broke situation, I would conveniently be apathetic to those who had trouble controlling their pockets. But gone are the days. And the only reason for that – book-shopping.
Amazon(dot)com’s sales must have quadrupled since I landed in America. Not being able to control myself at the thought of owning more and more cheap books has turned me into a maniac shopper at amazon. Not the best thing to do when you are in the US, people tell me. (Yes, whatever happened to all the partying that normal people do during vacations?) Well, it’s a part of growing up, I say. And return to the mad hunt for cheap stuff and blowing away money, courtesy, the golden MasterCard.
And while my shopping cart gets filled with books everyday, my debit card earns points for being used, and I gleam with joy every-time the delivery guys drops a huge parcel at my apartment, my bank account suffers, silently. And that is (obviously) because I am spending at a faster rate that I am earning. Also, because I am still poor and still almost broke. Having always been a wise-spender of money, this phenomenon is completely new to me. Worse is, I don’t know how to put an end to it! (Advice, anyone?)
Well, reading is the best addiction one can have, they say. I hope someone explains this to the check-in personnel at the airport when they see my over-weight luggage at the airport when I return with a bag full of my exploits.