A little bit sentimental

IN ABOUT 10 days, Mike and I will be leaving our Guadalupe, Makati home. Syet, I can’t help feeling sentimental about the whole thing since this apartment has been my home for almost five years (Mike just joined me in October, 2006). I remember packing my bags in July of 2003 and moving in to this place to try the “independent woman” lifestyle. I’ve always been fascinated with women who made it on their own. So even with my meager salary I decided to move out of my comfort zone and rent my own apartment.

I love this apartment. If I didn’t think that there’s a problem with its electric meter (We’re being charged a minimum of P4,000 monthly even when we’re not using our aircon everyday and despite our austerity measures), I wouldn’t leave it. My apartment and I have been through so many adventures, crying sessions, laughs, fights, and a whole gamut of emotions. I’ve shared it with friends, family, strangers, and some lost souls who needed a place to stay for the night. It has witnessed my life as it went through one heartbreaking moment to another, and cradled me as I cried myself to sleep. Looking back, it has never judged any of my actions, and has listened to me weep and reason out and make a fool out of myself. It has let me arrive at my own decisions, has never pushed me to do things I never wanted to do, and has joined me in all of my triumphs. It respected my privacy, didn’t gossip behind my back, supported my endeavors, and became my very own haven of creativity.

But as I welcome a new chapter in my life, I will have to bid this apartment a sweet goodbye.

So, so long to you…May your new occupant love you the way I did, and share with you new and lasting adventures.