from the commuter

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Luxury

Despite his choice of public transport, Commuter craves for luxury once in a while. Occasional trips to restaurants and places would be those. But he aimed one kind of luxury to be enjoyed for the rest of his life. The commuter's choice of luxury, if you can call it that, would be a condominium unit which he would acquire through PAG-IBIG.

After four years of dormitory living in college, and several years with Tita during his early working years, he looked for a place he could call his own. And he did. He did overtime work, accepted tutorials, edited books for a private company and lived a pauper's life for a year (and still does) to own a piece of property in the metro. He recalls his poor moments  and  feels proud everytime people express admiration and even envy for his small studio unit. He considers it to be his achievement to have a property to his name, with very limited help from family and friends.

In his place, he is welcomed by guards after getting off the jeep. When a large portion of Paranaque City was bathing in deepwell water, here he was swimming in Maynilad water in the condo's swimming pool. Affordable eating places and grocery stores abound, too.  It suffices to say that he is happy with his place.

In his 30 square meter-mansion, he is king. However, his little sister, who studies in Manila, takes her rightful place as princess and maid at the same time. He doesn't mind having his sister live with him; that's the most he could do  for her parents, which is to look after their daughter and give her a training in domestic life. She washes his clothes, prepares him her saltiest adobo, and helps pay his electric bills. Fun, right?

Lately, he has not been wanting to go home. He finds ways and reasons to be out of the house. He wants to be away.




You see,  he is the only one with a place in Manila; his place seems to be the perfect place to crash for his Mindanao relatives. Yes, they are welcome. Yes, they are family. Yes, they are grateful for his 'hospitality.' But it is when the small studio is full of voices that he is truly reminded why he got the unit in the first place.

He paid a big price for something he wanted.  He now pays a bigger price for something he does not want. He would now exchange his dwelling for the cheap price of privacy.

My Home Sweet Home

4 comments:

  1. Kudos to you commuter, this is a very candid post.

    I empathize with you as I too got my own place for similar reasons... However, I know it would help if you take comfort in recognizing the fact that you are now the one giving shelter to others, not the one needing it from them. Though it was your hard work and perseverance that brought your house to you, remember that fate does not afford everyone that privilege. And as with any privilege, it’s when it is taken from us that we get to value it even more. :-)

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  2. Thank you for the comforting words, Secateur.

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  3. you are welcome to crash at my house any time :) i can guarantee lots of maynilad water, cable television, and the best goto from my secret source.

    what i cannot guarantee is silence. you know me. i'm as chatty as they come.

    and yes, i was one of those who looked at you with admiration when i found out you have your own place.

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  4. Thanks, Roxy. I shall keep that in mind when I am all homeless and hungry! Hehe. Or I could always go to and be a kid in Tuloy! Hehe.

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