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On the one hand,
you are slapped with an unbridled freedom to decide on practically everything. Though,
the room for error is greater as the usual checks and balances are absent. On
the other hand, too much freedom could be disconcerting and even exhausting at
times.
In the grand scale
of things, the best thing to do is to gauge the benefits from the drawbacks. For
instance, you could go home anytime. No one would remind you of curfews. This
rule applies at any time of the day, and any day of the week. You could read books in
a coffee shop until the wee hours of the morning without regard to whoever will
open the gate or the front door. There are no blabbermouth relatives, loudmouth
siblings, or nagging moms to remind you of your unusual soirees, order of business, or just about anything.
Curfew is one
thing. Money is another. There is much leeway on how to spend your financial
resources. Living alone demands that you balance your finances until the next
paycheck/salary/allowance, whichever is applicable. You may splurge your money
one day on a cool Hermes belt, and scrimp for the next few days or weeks. Or
you may save until your bank account translates to retirement pay even at the age of 35.
However, there’s
also the seemingly terrible part, primarily related to being alone. You wake up
and sleep only in the company of pillows,
unless of course, you are accustomed to bringing people/random strangers for “sleepovers”.
Then, you have to take care of yourself when you are sick, which translates to cooking
food, drinking meds, and bringing yourself to the nearest hospital. On normal
days, you do your own laundry, clean your house, and feed yourself to stay
alive. You can’t expect breakfast in
bed. Paella, prawns, and blue marlin are offered only in the nearest
restaurant, and if you are too tired to move your ass, you will end up ordering
Chinese food for take-out.
The funny thing
is, at 16, you would want to get out of your parents’ house. If you’re from the
province, you will be fortunate enough if you are enrolled in a school in
Manila. This means a new environment sans the control and supervision of your
folks. This, however, is lost upon reaching the age of 30, when you would want
to be with someone: To do the exact things you have escaped, frowned upon, or completely
hated when you are much younger.
Then again, life
is one big ball of tricks, and oftentimes, you don’t always get what you want.

At 21, I had a hideaway. My parents didn't know about it until a family tragedy struck. I still remember the freedom it afforded me, 2 am trips to Malate, bringing home strangers once in a while, living on instant noodles and chips, serving breakfast in bed to my 28 year old boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteNine years later, I still remember that 8 months of unspent freedom, realizing that at the opportune time, my attachment to home had still prevailed.
I believe once, you've shared a home with someone. :) Tama ba?
I shared a room with a roommate. Would that count? :)
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