No ordinary morning.Waking up to tall buildings and intense sunlight
The view's better at night. It feels like I'm on vacation in some foreign land.--
To date I've moved in to 3 1/2 condo units. Technically the last one wasn't really a condo (which explains the halfness of it), but it's one of the most decent places around that area in Manila. I'm pretty used to moving in and out and packing a world of kalat inside a van or whatever. This time around, my concerns are different.
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Mid-2008 I finally went home after living a nomad lifestyle for 6 years. It was a tough move since I've been on my own for the most part of college ang post-grad. It was a love-hate thing being home. For the first time in years, people stopped coming home to that place. I never felt more alone but heck. I've always been a loner and enjoyed my own loner ways. Haha. Then forward to mid-2009, I move out of the house again. It's crazy technically living in two places which means having stuff in two area codes. It's the perfect excuse to overstock. You have double the amount of toiletries than the average person and the list goes on and on. Moving out of the house isn't as simple as that. In my case I've an obsession with door locks and things that I have to turn off. I used to cry infront of the door bcos I can't seem to let it go and leave. I would stand there for 15minutes staring at the knob and checking it if it's locked or not... maybe more than 20 times! So the only problem with living alone is just locking the door. Then last week I discovered the horror of moving into a bare condo unit. It meant deliveries that took forever, contractors who never come on time, etc. I felt useless not knowing about plumbing, engineering, etc. I HATE IT I HATE IT I SUPER HATE IT.
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For a week I walked out of the house looking like shit. I've been living with a pocket mirror for 7 days. I've read in Domino that you shouldn't rush furniture-shopping since you'll end up with things you don't like. This mirror hunting is taking forever, I'm losing my patience.
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I'm just rambling. My ideal Saturday isn't waking up early to supervise construction. Please send me a foreman. Grrrrrr.
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