What is it about me and moving around? For someone who likes to isolate himself inside his room (for film marathons and whatever), I somehow always find myself moving from one place to another.
Ronnel said maybe I am just that adventurous, but I beg to differ. Maybe it’s all but circumstance why I’ve changed addresses more than 6 times in five months. Heck! The address I have on my resume says that I live at the Lacons’ Yulo Apartments in Makati.
A couple of months back, I was under the tree at Eroreco Subdivision in Bacolod before I moved in at Marinel’s along Lizares. Two weeks later I found myself near Taft Avenue in Manila, along Leon Guinto at Vito Cruz. Then there’s Mark’s pad at Vito Cruz Extension, my cousin’s apartment at South Avenue, Jed’s condo near Ayala Avenue—which for a time I used to crash at prior to my transfer from Vito to Boni (yep, that’s in Mandaluyong). I spent two months in Boni with Noel and the guys.
Now, after five months in Manila, I am where I never expected to be at—Cavite!!! It’s like the wtf kind of sit Alanis would blab about in Ironic. It’s a long story, really. And I have to admit, part of it would have to be blamed on my hunger for my love for travel. I read it one in Readers Digest that going to new and very unfamiliar places can increase your IQ. It’s also supposed to de-stress you, but with the travel I have to take everyday??? Oh puh-leeeaassseee.
Currently, I’m planning to move to Cebu with Hannah and Armi. Maybe in a month? Dang! Rigil claims that I am so much a lakwatsero, having gone to places even certified Manileños haven’t even gone to. But really, do I regret anything? Well, I can probably say no. ‘Coz maybe this is what I’m supposed to do. Move around and take in every experience I indulge myself in.
Living along Bacoor-Imus border has its disadvantages though. No more surprise trips to Tagaytay to watch sunrise with Mark and Betchay. No more unexpected trips to Makati, overnight drinking sessions at Mark’s place or at Chilipeppers along Valero. No more day trips with Kim to godknowswhere. Goodbye Ascend, Jaipur. Sayonara Fort!
But then again, when you close Door #1, there’s always Door #2. Cavite has also delighted me, in a way. I’m closer to Alabang. I can fairly say that it’s quite tawhay there. Mikel is there. So is Pearly who apparently works in Dasmariñas. I get to visit a lot of malls there (I’m not really a mallrat but I appreciate the sight—unfortunately Cavite hasn’t yet presented me with something that’d make me drop my jaw… or I haven’t gotten around that much yet). Because it’s along the way home, I get to go to Malate or MOA quite easily without having second thoughts.
Experience tells me that this is gonna keep on going until I’ve found the place which I can really call home. Hell and to think this all began when I lost my house last November. It’s funny how things have transpired for me in the last 5 months. I wish—oh and I’m wishing for it badly—that I’d stay happy for the rest of my life—surrounded by all things that define a good life—friends, art, travel, places, music, food, and all things unexpected!
