moved out

28 of May. Do you believe in the rule of 8? Funny though, yet, I did. I officially moved out from our staff dormitory to a private bachelor’s pad. I was the first occupant of the 2-room pad. Finishing and furnishing were actually still on-going. But I transferred anyway because of the 8.

Having the 8 was only a bit of the reasons of my transfer. There were heavier reasons why I decided to leave outside the compound. Reasons that are better left unsaid.

I thought I had few things to transfer but when I packed all my things I couldn’t make a single trip. So I brought the first batch of the 27^th and brought the remaining on the morning of 28. According to some old beliefs, one should transfer to their new home when the sun has not come out yet. But it was already past 6 am when I left the compound, but the sun was still shy to come out. This was when I decided that I was already out of the compound. I am no longer a resident of the office’s housing facilities, only an employee.

In my new place, I arrange my things until 7 am and went back to the dorm for my breakfast. I still had my contribution for food with my dorm mates until Friday. Besides, I did not have gas for cooking. In the afternoon, supposedly we should be eating ice cream in my place together with my previous dormmates, but we ended up eating in the dormitory. The supposedly welcome party for my new place turned out a despidida event.

What I am looking forward in staying outside the compound was the afternoon walk from the office to my place, the after 5 snacks at the market with banana cue, waffles, batchoy, bread, or barbecue. Yes, I have a shallow happiness. Anytime I felt hungry at night, I can simply slip and go to the market to eat. At the dormitory, its difficult to buy something to eat. Though its not so far from the center of the town, it seemed to be inaccessible by public rides at night starting past 7 pm especially if you are alone. In addition, the fare changes at night. A private ride is a necessity when you are staying there. And I do not have one.

It is different also that after work, you can see another environment. It refreshes the tired body and strained eyes in a days work in the computer. Or if you work in field that day, it again gives you energy for the next day. It was so monotonous that when you end your day, you see the office and when you wake up in the morning, the first thing you see is the office. Its as if there is a thin line separating your personal life with your work. I remembered one author said that failure people are those who cannot distinguish where their job’s life ends and personal life begins or the other way around.

As of now, I am happy I was out.