kinetic (adj.) of, relating to, or resulting from motion, from the Greek kinētikos,from kinein ‘to move’.
Thought I’d start blogging today for some reason. Oh, right—I couldn’t sleep. I really wanted to write about my travels but I can’t for the life of me think of the places I’ve been for the past couple of months despite the many taradventures. My body is simply too tired from packing but my obsessive brain is wide awake. Yep, you got that right--I’M MOVING (hence my blog title, hehe). Might be a good first blog entry anyway because to move, you’ve got to establish a place of origin, right? And my new place, that’ll be mine. That’s where everything will start from now on.
Pretty useful word “moving”. Movement could mean anything from something as simple as changing physical location to something as uncomfortable and basic as defecation/bowel movement. Ok that’s gross. Made me remember having “to go” more than once tonight just because I had to down more than half a liter of milk so it won’t spoil when I defrost my refrigerator. Ugh! Hehe, enough about that. Back to my moving…
It’s the 8th time, by the way. Hopefully the last time I have to move in the next decade or so. Really thought it would be easy, thinking hey, I’ve done this before, no sweat, right? But noooo--10 balikbayan boxes, 5 crates, 4 big divi bayongs, 2 X-large Ikea sako bags, 15 paintings, 2 have-to-disassemble-them beds, 2 sets of also-had-to-disassemble-them roman shades, 1 had-to defrost-and-clean-out refrigerator, not to mention 5 other appliances and treadmill I had to somehow pack, and 3 maletas of clothes (whew!) later—I thought man, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be. I am still amazed at how much one person can accumulate in 3 years. Just remembered when I moved into this apartment it only took me a day to pack and move in. Now it took me 3 hours a day for 5 consecutive days plus 5 hours today to pack everything—and I’m still not quite done. I can’t disassemble the bed I’m sleeping on tonight just yet, now can I? Especially since it is now also acting as my table and sofa (coz I’ve got boxes piled on the real tables and sofa I’ve got).
Ok, so that’s the who? (me), what? (moving, duh), when? (tomorrow) and how? (Charlie’s lipat bahay+ Lexi my vitara). You’re probably wondering why? As embarrassing as this would sound to most single independent adults—especially myself, who moved out 8 years ago--I’m moving back in with my parents. WHY again? Well for one thing, it beats paying rent. ;) winking smiley for that.
So the prodigal daughter returns. Oh but don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we’re all staying under one roof (well, not technically speaking anyway…um, that part’s hard to explain) got my own place inside the compound designed (by me and my bro) as some kind of house-looking condo meant to be rented out when dad retires. But he gave me one of them a few months ago.
I’m actually pretty excited. Been constructing the past 2 months (which is why I’m broke which is why I can’t pay rent which is why I’m moving –vicious cycle tsk tsk). At least I get to design my own kitchen, use the fixtures I want, and there's lotsa space. I confess...I DID imagine myself in the biggest unit when we were designing it. Hehe, now it actually IS mine. Can’t wait till I move in next month--ok that was confusing.
See, my place isn’t done yet. Haha! I’ll be sleeping at my sister’s sofa at HER unit for the meantime with my stuff in storage at a room out back. Just till I get my kitchen. Then I’ll move. Again. But at least it’s just upstairs.
I guess that’ll be another entry, huh? ✪
(mental note of the places I’ve lived: san pedro laguna, kamagong st Makati, bulacan st QC, tandang sora, cityland pioneer, Rockwell gilid beside som’s, Santiago village Makati, and tomorrow: taguig—that’s the where? by the way. ☺)
