Just when I am finally closing-in on zeroing my current negative balance status; just when i’ve finally succumbed to the idea of settling-back to my idle hometown with a boring teaching job; just when i’ve finally taken the first step on acquiring that fresh start I so longed for; just when i’ve pooled all resources, present and upcoming, to make my dream of finally landing on european soil through this come true…Here come’s a great offer of owning a townhouse!
It never fails…it has always been like this. Once I’m ready to leave my comfort zone that is LB; once I’ve decided to pack my bags and go somewhere else unknown and untraversed…something comes along to make me stay: last time a good job offer and now that I’m decided and ready to leave behind everything and everyone familiar and comfortable for the last 16 years; I’m given a huge ticket (at my disposal) to stay permanently.
Crossroads again. Big decisions. I never had to make such important decisions in my life. I only wanted to be a dressmaker and a telephone operator. I only wanted to be able to watch a foreign movie every Sunday, have enough money to buy all the books that I wanted to read and all the shoes that would match my every dress and get-up.
Life used to be so much easier. Where malunggay leaves and camote tops in the neighborhood saves the day. Where I could start gimmick night on a Wednesday afternoon. Where I could read in bed and sleep the day away or watch cable TV to the wee hours in the morning ’till my eyelids bulge and drop!
Those were the good old days. Now I have to think. Decide. Weigh the pros and cons. What. Where. If it were only me, I’ll just close my eyes to sleep and let Darna decide. But now there’s Raine to consider…I’ll be up to tons of liters of black coffee, puffing up some (and more!) sleepless nights away!