The Condo Life

It's been a few days since I've moved out of the old apartment, and I have to say, even though the circumstances are the same (I pay my own bills, handle miscellaneous responsibilities, wake myself up, etc.), the feel is quite different.

First, the quiet is God-given. My old apartment featured neighbors who were constantly at each others' throats, with the violence sometimes spilling out onto the street. The microphone-toting preacher was a source of nuisance as well, since he would preach at the top of his lungs all the time, as if that would mean communicating better the Word to the masses. The neighbor's dog - why do apartments allow dogs?? - and its barking and omnipresent fecal matter are all finally gone, much to my relief. I swear I could shoot that dog, given a hot enough day and temper of mine, as well as the availability of the necessary weapon.

Second, the independence is amazing. I've always been proud of the fact that I'm independent, but seeing as this is a brand-new condo and with all my furniture and appliances paid for from the fruits of my toil, I have been more inclined to take care of my place and my stuff much better. The place is spic-and-span, with everything in its proper place. I love how I have the freedom (finally!) to do what I wish with the interior. The only thing missing right now is a fridge, and once I have that, I promise to upload photographs of my new place.

Third, the swagger that comes with paying for not one, but two places is a source of quiet and private pride. At my age, I am able to support more than myself. My old place, I have turned over to my grandparent, and she probably has the most real estate in the old neighborhood, seeing as many people are jam-packed Manila-style into small dwellings. I love how I know I can do this, and do this comfortably.

It's been difficult, and it's been tiring to move out. Now that it's done though, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Jay~