Some weeks back I was in the building lift, dropping my
daughter to school and holding the younger one in my arms. Other than us, there
was a young boy in the lift, probably in his late teens, and another lady from
the building.
It’s been more than one n half years now that we’ve moved
into our new home, but I have still to know everyone in the building. Most times
I don’t recognise people. No, I am not yet attributing that to age, but to the
fact that while earlier I was chilling with my daughter while I was preggers
and not socialising with the new crowd much, at this moment, I am socialising a
lot, but with my earlier gang of friends, as I find people in my new building
extremely boring. So the truth is I haven’t been mixing much with them yet.
Of late I have been, however, asking people in the lift if
they are from my building and if yes, what floor and such.
