We’ll be moving again brought on by surprising events. But this would be the last move because finally, it’s no longer a rental. It’s our own house. Actually, it’s a condo and located right smack in between Tomas Morato and Quezon Avenue.
It’s a nice location because we’re a stone’s throw away from some of my favorite restaurants. And the building has a supermarket in the basement so anytime I want ice cream or a mouse trap, I could just go there and instead of riding the car, I would be riding the elevator. How convenient. No more gears and pedals. Just buttons with numbers and a few passengers.
If you’re a reader of my other blog, you would know that I’ve moved 4 times in the last 3 years. It was fun but I’m getting old. The back-breaking packing and unpacking is something I don’t look forward to anymore. But I would be a lot busier since the unit is stripped bare of everything. No tiles, no cabinets, no ceiling, no paint, no partition. It’s so bare that I could put a blindfold on and throw a coin across the room and make that my bedroom or private sanctuary wherever the coin lands. That’s how you get it now. But it’s a good thing because I could practice my creativity and design skills. I can get to play around.
I’m meeting two contractors tomorrow and I hope they have a few suggestions on how to make the place look bigger. It’s a mere 62 square meter space. And I hope they won’t be suggesting avocado-colored walls or gold-lined kitchen counters.
