Dirt that comes with it-nostalgia
After 3 gruelling days of cleaning, organizing, arranging and settling in my new place, I've finally put things in their proper place (excluding mg Ate's left-behind stuff). Though the space is limited but as what my Ate says, lesser floor area, lesser area for cleaning--which is always a good thing.
The problem is, my skin didn't seem to agree with all the dirt, dust, and grime that came with the move. Annoyingly, I have these bumps and rashes like 'things' all-around my neck! It's disgusting!
Anyway, I'm on bum-mode 'til the 23rd of March which is good so I can fully relax and recharge for whatever electrolytes and braincells that my former company took from me. Only problem is: I have no cash. So, at this point, I'm living off from the loan I asked from my Dad.
A few days ago while I was removing the running stitch that my Ate did on the curtain, it dawned on me and somewhat made me kind of nostalgic of that exact same sitting position that i was--left leg under my ass, knife on my right hand and humming away the song that my grandmother sings when she's bored and praying. I missed my childhood and everything relative to that part of my life.
When I was half my current age right now (hahah no, I'm not telling!), my siblings and I would spend our entire summers in my Mom's hometown (so kinda rural area with limited electricity allocation per night and no cable). In the afternoons after we've awoken from our siesta slumber (which, of course we were threatened that no snacks for anyone not sleeping on siesta time--that would be a complete bummer!), my Aunt Estela (the eldest) would be sewing in the library area which, leads to the common room (on the 2nd floor)--where were all sprawled altogether with the mess that we've made making different dresses for our Barbie dolls (most of them had a freaky make-up on and a hideous haircut because then our baby sister would give them unsolicited haircuts). Which, most of the time would turn out to be a multi-media art because the dresses would be incorporated with diffrent materials, from cloth to papers, to even stones found on the rooftop. Then, one of my Aunts would shout that merienda's ready which would cause more mess because we'd hastily run and bolt like lightning heading downstairs (my male cousin would usually use the banister as a shortcut).
That was how simple life for us was. Waking up, doing chores, playing, meals, siesta, and more playing.
Now, I have to wake up as early as possible; organize/plan the day's activities which inlcudes chores; complete the plans; budget money; and all these complicated stuff that can make you throw away your wits out of the window. That I would love to do and act lunatic for a day or a week even would be fun!
The problem is, my skin didn't seem to agree with all the dirt, dust, and grime that came with the move. Annoyingly, I have these bumps and rashes like 'things' all-around my neck! It's disgusting!
Anyway, I'm on bum-mode 'til the 23rd of March which is good so I can fully relax and recharge for whatever electrolytes and braincells that my former company took from me. Only problem is: I have no cash. So, at this point, I'm living off from the loan I asked from my Dad.
A few days ago while I was removing the running stitch that my Ate did on the curtain, it dawned on me and somewhat made me kind of nostalgic of that exact same sitting position that i was--left leg under my ass, knife on my right hand and humming away the song that my grandmother sings when she's bored and praying. I missed my childhood and everything relative to that part of my life.
When I was half my current age right now (hahah no, I'm not telling!), my siblings and I would spend our entire summers in my Mom's hometown (so kinda rural area with limited electricity allocation per night and no cable). In the afternoons after we've awoken from our siesta slumber (which, of course we were threatened that no snacks for anyone not sleeping on siesta time--that would be a complete bummer!), my Aunt Estela (the eldest) would be sewing in the library area which, leads to the common room (on the 2nd floor)--where were all sprawled altogether with the mess that we've made making different dresses for our Barbie dolls (most of them had a freaky make-up on and a hideous haircut because then our baby sister would give them unsolicited haircuts). Which, most of the time would turn out to be a multi-media art because the dresses would be incorporated with diffrent materials, from cloth to papers, to even stones found on the rooftop. Then, one of my Aunts would shout that merienda's ready which would cause more mess because we'd hastily run and bolt like lightning heading downstairs (my male cousin would usually use the banister as a shortcut).
That was how simple life for us was. Waking up, doing chores, playing, meals, siesta, and more playing.
Now, I have to wake up as early as possible; organize/plan the day's activities which inlcudes chores; complete the plans; budget money; and all these complicated stuff that can make you throw away your wits out of the window. That I would love to do and act lunatic for a day or a week even would be fun!
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