Finally moved in to my new home.
Still have a few things to take care of (waiting for my new bookshelf, fixing the mini “office”, etc) but the first night was super okay… Apart from my tired body and pesky colds, I slept well.
The first morning was divine…
Woke up with a what feels like a thousand birds chirping instead of the LRT train in the background.
I know, I still have to get curtains for these windows. That’s already on my list. As for now, I’m still enjoying the light, view and fresh morning breeze this cool home has to offer.
I can see a lot of potential from you, Boni Heights.
And to myself, “Welcome Home!”.
**Photos taken using iPad mini.
Four more days until the big move…
… which means four more days of patience and sacrifice with the trains!
For more than a year, I have put up with all the long lines, stop entries, pushing, shoving, always full cars, and colorful people of the Metro Railway Train (MRT) System. And now finally, I will be released of its haunts and taunts.
I have lost a lot of things to the MRT…
– two bags (might be three by the end of this week)
– one good shoe
– red blood cells and hemoglobin count
– respect for authoritative mothers and impatient, whiny b*tches; and
– closely my sanity and morality
But I also did gain a lot from it (which makes this topic worthy of a blog post)
– new found patience and faith
– a path to achieve a mini “nirvana” (to block out all the bad things around)
– increased core strength and balance
– small muscles in the arms (I think they’re called biceps? But I won’t even attempt to label my thin lanky arms with such a macho term); and
– unforgettable conversations, inside jokes, and bonding moments with Rosy!
If there’s one thing I would miss going home by train is the company.
Getting to go home with one of my closest friends, Rosy. She had kept me sane and amused the entire two-hour journey home from work. There were times that we were so deep into our conversations and laughter that I almost forgot it was already my stop.
Sorry for leaving you with the shark tank that is the MRT, Rosy.
I will surely miss it because of you!
To the MRT and all its unfortunate and weirdo passengers… ADIOS!
Yes. Only 30% done and I’ve already filled up 2 huge boxes!
I feel sorry for the movers already. I cannot even push the one box full of books. I need to get this done (at least 80~90%) by tomorrow. I haven’t even started looking at the stuff downstairs. Oh, Lord! Give me strength. I love-hate huge changes like these. And this is the part I hate.
Anyway, I have James Bond for company while packing. Just finished with Goldfinger. Now on with Thunderball and the clothes on my closet. Aja!