Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time, be my friend
Let me start again'
last weekend jp and i moved our home from teachers village to timog avenue.
looking back, i moved house more than 10 times in the last 5 years. i lived in a house, a hotel, a flat, my mom's place (!) and now a condo.
i don't know exactly why this is so. i guess my lifestyle and my life choices have made me into what you can call a new age nomad. i suppose had i relinquished my aversion for owning property (as it ends up owning you), i would have saved up to buy my own place. and this would have not been so. this resistance coupled with my lackluster performance in money-saving is a perfect formula for NOT owning anything permanent.
so i move house often.
i find each move is arduous, taxing and emotional. i guess because when i live in a place, albeit temporarily, i try to put a personal stamp to it. this can be as simple as putting up my own curtains or (as in the last place) re-upholstering the dining chairs. so outside of the actual drudgery of packing, unpacking, cleaning up and carrying stuff, i feel i loose something of myself to each move.
the plus side, i suppose i discover a new side of myself in each move. like being a good uncle when i moved back to my mom's place or finding joy in the sound of birds singing when waking up in the morning in the last place we've been in.
more than that, i suppose the fact that i move with jp (for the most part) makes it bearable.
so, let it be known - i moved again. but many things remain constant.
'And I've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like mine
Like home...'
