This Is The Longest I Have Stayed At Home In 12 Years
And I couldn’t be happier as it changed my life.

In 2009, I spent the last few days at home. I enrolled in one of the prominent schools that would prepare me for a highly competitive entrance exam for the most premier colleges in India. That school was around 830 kilometres (516 miles) away. The comforts of a pampered kid were quickly taken away when I moved to the city for a new school.
Leaving home for the first time
It was difficult for me to leave behind my family and friends after having studied for my entire life in my hometown. I was good at studies and wanted to pursue engineering. However, getting admission to good colleges is a challenge, especially in India. Hence, my parents decided to send me to a school that would prepare me for such a challenge.
I was never ready for the change. Initially, it was difficult, but soon I got used to it. After all, I went there for a singular purpose: to succeed in achieving my goal of getting into the best college. I only visited home for 2 weeks in 2 years. The pressure was immense. I studied for 14 to 16 hours every single day. But still, I failed to make it to the best colleges. All those sacrifices, all those preparations meant nothing when I got the result. When I came back home, I felt lost, angry, sad and every emotion that a person can have when failure strikes.
Successful but dissatisfied
Eventually, I got an admission to a less popular college where I took Computer Science. I still felt angry and disappointed with myself. By that time, I had become extremely ambitious and stupid. I was always studying. I was also bullied at college for always studying. I was least bothered. My mantra was simply, “Eat. Study. Sleep. Repeat!”
I eventually became the college topper in the first two years of my Bachelor’s degree programme, which is a four-year programme. But I was dissatisfied. I did not go home whenever the semesters ended. I’d continue in college and work on things that would help me get a decent career.
Remorseful for not going home
I eventually landed a decent job far from home. In fact, my workplace is almost 2300 kilometres (1429 miles) from my house. Even if I wanted, I could not go home as the work pressure is too immense. I wasted all the opportunities I had in college. I could only visit home for 10 days throughout the year.
“Remorse is a heavy burden, but in its weight, it has great power to awaken men’s soul.” — R. William Bennett
Restricted lockdowns turned out to be a blessing in disguise
On March 25, 2020, the government announced an initial 21-day lockdown due to the global pandemic caused by Covid-19. The lockdown was extended several times. In fact, the lockdown lasted so long that many began to suffer tremendous sadness. Anticipatory tension and anxiety, as well as loneliness, all had a negative impact on mental health, as well as a decline in lifestyle quality and, ultimately, health decisions.
We were told not to come to the workplace during this period to prevent the virus from spreading. When it was safe to travel, everyone in my house left for their homes. It was incredibly tough for me to be alone for 5 months. When I finally got home, I was glad since the anxiety was killing me on the inside. I chose to keep myself occupied by reading books, learning new things, and writing journals and blogs.
Reinvented my life completely
In the next two weeks, I will complete a year at home. This is the longest I have lived at home in 12 years. Returning home has completely transformed my life. At work, I am more focused. I’m learning new skills more frequently. I’m doing things that I’ve always wanted to do but never had the motivation to do.
Although I have always had a passion for writing, I took this more seriously this time. I started writing on Medium after coming home and it was one of the best decisions of my life. Writing and sharing stories about my work, my life, and my experiences and getting feedback on them has been a life-changer.
My perspective on life has changed for the better. I always used to crib about not getting into the best college or failing in my goals. This made me feel ashamed and guilty that I didn’t come home even if I wanted to. But I realized that life is much more than mere goals and achievements. In the end, it is always about living life happy and with peace.
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