Inductee's Step Forward

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I've just concluded half a day's worth of apartment hunting with my officemate-slash-guru. It was sooo exhausting! It's a good thing the weather was very cooperative today and it had been slightly overcast the whole afternoon with just a dash of rain. We still sweat it out though and I'd consider this aerobic activity to be my cardio for the whole week; v'been sluggish lately.
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The apartments that we saw in the Makati vicinity were decent, though some were a bit over our price range. Ideally, we were both looking for a 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom place because I'm gonna be living with a self-confessed neat freak, where I consider myself "decent," we'd prefer separate rooms and bathrooms for us to keep our designated areas the way we want them without getting on each other's dirt. I've been hearing a lot of stories about Guru's current roommate whom, in the heat of argument, he called a spoiled obese pig who likes living in filth. No joke, he really said that.
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Hmmm ... makes me think how careful I should be with my master's living habits. Not that I'm a slob, it's just that sometimes, the chaotic state of my room is the result of poor time management and lack of prioritization. I don't exactly ENJOY living in the midst of mess, but if I find that by the next morning I can still walk the floor without stepping on anything else except my slippers, then I'd fine and can survive the remains of the day. However, since I'll be living with a stranger-slash-master, I'll be sure to be more mindful of the force, the force of habit that is. I do believe I'm ready for drastic change and although moving out may seem to be a huge step toward my inevitable acceptance of adulthood, the prospect of private space just beckons me to completely abandon my marsupiality. Of course I'm terrified. TERRIFIED. I simply try to reassure myself that I'm doing the right moves and not rushing myself; to reassure myself that I know what I'm getting into and how to get out of it, to know I'm ready to lose it, go with the flow, the rhythm, the bliss of buoyancy. The day I finally move out (possibly only a few weeks more and counting) is the day I say goodbye to shopping on impulse, unlimited surfing with a phone line, 4 out of 7 day night outs, fully-prepared meals and washed dishes, unshared taxi rides and foregoing the monthly bonus just because of an absence; the induction to adulthood as we know it.
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Like I said earlier, we were both exhausted. He had been more exhausted than I was, having done this hustling every Saturday for 3 months now and beset with a looming deadline to move out completely by Oct. 15. Lately though, we've been seeing nicer places within reach of our budget, a very good thing bcz we wouldn't be digging deep into our savings. It means we're already searching the right places and are probably a few steps closer to hitting oil.
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Hopefully it's oil we hit and not the sewer. That would be shitty indeed.
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