Remake

OMG was all I could say after seeing the empty space in front of our house, where our clinic used to stand, a while ago. Couldn't really blame me, I mean, what's been there since forever is now replaced by just rocks and dust and scraps of metal. And the sink.

Before the last sem ended, I was looking for a big change, and now I think God is mocking me. Ayan ha, kung hindi pa malaki yan, ewan ko na lang. Bilis naman kasi ni Lord, nakakagulat. The news that we're having our place renovated came out just a few days ago, and now it's happening already. No one's used to leaving their house whole and arriving home with half of it gone.

Home, yes. Although what's been demolished so far is just the clinic where my Mom, Dad and Auntie Gil practice, it still feels like our house's already been bruised. The clinic's our home too; I could recall countless experiences in it, as far back as my first few vaccination/crying moments. Seeing the broken pillars and walls made me feel a slight surge of sadness. Bye.

Ugh, cut. Drama queen, drama done.

I'm actually, really, 50% happy and 49% excited that we, after years of waiting, are finally rebuilding our home. :D The last percent's for a little sadness, well, for one, big changes will always make you feel that you should resist it, and secondly, we're not going to be able to put up Christmas decors for this year's Yuletide season, but then, those are just small bubbles in the cake. And what a yummy cake this is all going to be.

The biggest solace would be having your own room. :D Sa mga taong may sariling kwarto, never take that opp for granted, hehe. :D I've been sharing a room with my two sisters for as long as I can remember, and I enjoy being with them: sharing stories, secrets, clothes, sharing everything. But I cannot wear the same jeans forever. Isn't it as soon as you feel you couldn't fit anymore in your old jeans, even with your favorite-est cargo, you have to let it go? You buy new, larger ones. And come to think of it, we can still do those things even if we're in separate rooms. It would superb to finally have your own space, your own bed, your own door. It would be superb to finally be in control, even over just a tiny area.

Pang. Before the whole reconstruction thing, my parents agreed to my staying in a dorm idea, due to my late tue-fri classes and saturday exams. After, down the drain goes the plan. The last thing we need nowadays is another hole in the coin purse. :P

No prob with me. :D

Four months, Serine. Four months. :D


*done blabbing.