Domesticity

I have two hampers full of unwashed clothes. It’s a crazy thing that has gone out of hand and now that the school opening is nearing, I have to face the challenge of washing my clothes. Also, I have been spending the past few days at home scrubbing, rearranging, sweeping, changing light bulbs, and dusting. I like how our room looks like after I moved things around. So arty, ‘no?

These small tasks that I did made me feel grown up and, very surprisingly, empowered. I am surprised how I have been surviving for the past two years with no parental supervision. Doing things that others used to do for me made me realize that this is indeed, growing up. The small, unglamorous chores are part of spreading my wings and flying/shining bright like a diamond.

I think it all boils down to responsibility and hard work. I am now finally understanding how hard work is an important part of a good life.

Making sure that the bills are paid and the clothes are washed and the dog is fed are the everyday things that help me become a responsible adult that will someday ready me to build a bigger world for myself and to start a family. It is now that I see that being faithful in the small things does lead to being faithful to the bigger ones.

Oh, twenties. Sometimes you are so good, sometimes you are just plain difficult.

Day 1: Your current relationship, if single discuss how the single life is.

I like being single. I like not having to answer to anyone about my important life decisions. I can travel anywhere I want and shift careers anytime without having to consider anyone in particular.

For me, being single in the early twenties is one of the most precious things in life. I get to explore the world and it’s implications alone. This way, I can map out and figure out how to do things on my own. This may sound extremely selfish but I honestly can’t imagine how to share the chaos of my twenties to another who is in the middle of such chaos too.

More importantly, the concept of love and romance is something I still do not understand fully. I can never imagine myself looking into someone’s eyes deeply and be satisfied with that. I never needed someone or have been passionate about someone like lovers do. Right now, I can not see myself basing life decisions (and making very stupid mistakes) just because I love someone.

Maybe I’m jaded.

So I’m waiting it out. I’m not rushing to get myself another person. As I tell everyone at this point, “Hindi pa akong handang magmahal.” I have no idea when I will be ready.

The best thing about being single is being able to ride the train in the all females section.