An Escape

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Hi there everyone!!
I had something else coming up on my blog but I just decided to this one first.
So my last blog was the first blog to ever get a comment on, and I am thankful to the those who commented. One of my closest friend "The Boy Next Door" message me privately about how he can relate to the blog and encouraged me to write more.
Well thank you for those remarks though I don't consider myself as a writer. I think I am not very good with words.
Today I just wanted to write about an imaginary place. I've been watching one K drama lately "W" have you heard of it??
Well, there the man hero is a comic hero and his partner is a real live person. They have the access into the comic world and the real live world!
That made me think of my on place where I can escape. Living in a country like Nepal, it is kinda hard to move out from your parents house specially when you are a girl and in my case at the moment jobless. Haha 😂
I've been called lazy and I know I am lazy but I just came up with a solution to that. If I could just live on my own and own just one room for myself I might become less of a lazy that I am. I would have to cook, wash and do stuffs on my own. Living one my own doesn't mean I have to live a ratchet  life but I can have my own moments. So at this moment I am just thinking of "My escape" owning my own lil place and for that I'm looking for a job with decent pay!
So if you are reading this and if you also have an escape of your own let me know I'm the comments down below and if you know anyone who could provide me a job which will help me with my escape let me know that too 😜

P.s my escape doesn't mean detachment from my family but just owning my personal space and being independent! ✌️
And in the end I am just leaving my painting of Marilyn Monroe...Be crazy coz normal is boring!

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