.....apartment bliss...

Room 404...my dad and nearly everyone in my family groaned at the prospect of having to climb up three flights of stairs with all my stuff and more. But the privacy of my own place won me over. The view is not so bad. The tiled floor is in a good condition and the water service is hardly interrupted. I'm still without a bedframe so I'm sleeping on the floor. My mom bought the ref and my dad helped me haul everything up the stairs. I still need a radio, a shoe rack (according to someone I know), a single-burner stove, a respectable dining table for two and an extra storage closet for my stuff. I plan to move my lavender here with me once it becomes more sturdier and healthier.

So here's to the start of a long flight....

Helping and healing....

Two words that would make a difference all the time.

There is that a part of me that for the most part of my life I cannot begin to understand. Those who knew me call it my pure heart...a heart that I cannot seem to control. How can it remain so pure? Why am I driven to make my life more earthly (is there such a word) as if I am running away from being taken back to heaven (making it sound so mundane)?

I still can't stop myself from putting the essentials on the line so that I can take away the pain of another. I know...we should avoid doing everything at our own expense. It is just so stupid (this word is so apt) but still I can't help doing it.

Nowadays, I still dream of running away, of walking away after I have done my part in this world. I am so tired. But there is just so much to be done....

Rainy days, K-Pop, and everything else....

While I'm writing this, I am listening to K-pop through my student who begins each class with a current favorite pop song. The weather is more than crazy today.... I have been living in this city for more than a quarter of the century and I still haven't gotten used to its weather....and its people....

I guess I'm one of those people who is lulled to sleep by rain and fighting every second of it. As of now, the skies outside are blue with a touch of grey...the dreariness of this day makes it hard to breathe....

Jumping out of the nest.....for the nth time....

How often do people take a second chance in learning how to fly their own? How about the third and the fourth.....

Moving to a new pad is not, well, new to me. But I found this wonderful place I can call my own. I have a landlady who believes in superstitions and I will live in a neighborhood that is seemingly quiet but really interesting.

A room to finally call my own....