Homecoming

(photo taken from apartmenttherapy.com)











I bade farewell to my apartment of more than 3 years in Makati last Sunday night. I wasn't teary eyed as I expected because there was literally no time for reminiscing. After a relaxing weekend just lounging around the house, I came back to the flat and hit the ground running. The movers were already waiting outside for me and I quickly segregated all the things that were supposed to be brought down from the 2nd floor. My flatmate had already moved out a few hours before me so the whole place was almost empty and really messy. They took my couch, they took my folding bed, took the plastic tables and chairs and everything else I laid out in the living room. I took a few photos using my phone. I wasn't even able to say goodbye to the landlord or his accommodating mother Emma. We were just in such a hurry ...





I actually wanted to post the pictures here but I misplaced my bluetooth dongle somewhere in the mosaic of my stuff now frescoing the motherhome. Now, I make sure my belongings complement the mid-50's Filipiniana surroundings -- in the morning before I go to work I get my sachets of Splenda and spritz on Provence from my "dresser", a 4-layer drawer made of plastic in periwinkle. It blends well on the landing fronting the mirror leading towards the 2nd floor. My microwave and computer look perfect beside the antique piano near the dining, and a bucket of cleaning equipment rests on the post-war art deco-inspired tiles.





My Mom bids us to join her for breakfast -- fried bangus and sunny side-up. I am home.