In a week's time I'll be living alone - again - in a three-bedroom apartment. My cousins, who I co-habitate with, has gone back to our hometown. The apartment would be eerily quite and pitch dark when I arrive from work.
In a week's time I won't be waking up with my nephew's high-pitched giggle or shrill voice when calling "Papaaaaa".
In a week's time I won't be doing baby-talk with my one-year-old nephew.
In a week's time I won't be informing anyone where I'd be going when I go out.
In a week's time I would have to clean the living room and the toilet which is a drastic change since I don't even clean my room. My 15-year-old cousin used to describe my room back in my hometown as "dinaanan ng bagyo".
In a week's time I pretty much can do anything in the apartment like going commando.
In a week's time I pretty much can do anything in the apartment like invite friends for a drinking binge.
In a week's time I pretty much can do anything in the apartment like turn up the tv's volume with fear of reprimand
In a week's time I pretty much can do anything in the apartment like watch movies on my computer using the speakers and not a headset.
Freedom - it always come with a price.
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