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From North to South

It’s been a while since I’ve neglected this oasis.  Blogging helped me with my utter boredom in the beginning.  Blogging also helped me cope up with my new life in the Philippines after I’ve left the City by the Bay in the Golden State.  Since my Fourth Month post, I’ve become incognito because my “Sabbatical” suddenly concluded.  Mother told me to discover my life here (which was really an eloquent way of putting things in perspective, while what she really meant was that I must get this ass a job).  Since my plans in Isabela were not as forthcoming as I had hoped, I thought that it would be a good idea to discover what this life has to offer this unsettled heart and this restless soul.  Perhaps my life yearning for something…permanent?  After all, I’m not getting any younger.

First, I went to Manila and found a home in Pasay City, by Celeridad Street, Libertad.  A charming, old home awaited me there, desiccated from domestic affection.  Armed with my pretty junk and stuff I hauled along with me–stuff from my old California home brought to Isabela then Manila, overtime I’ve transformed this place into a real, warm home.  I called this place Atelier Celeridad.  She is still there though I have moved on further south for I did not find what I’m looking for in there.  Manila is vile and it’s a dog-eat-dog world–I totally get the thousand kilometer gap in the society.  You know the story pretty well: the rich, the poor, and hell, not purgatory, in-between.

From time to time, I still visit this oasis of sanity in the desert of madness.  And whenever I visit–inspect the lights, the water meter, etc… her reception has always been very warm and that makes me happy.  At this point, I wish to thank Tin Bartolome and family for allowing me to live here for as long as I want–or as long her son Tim won’t kick me out!

On July 1, 2015, I officially started my new life with Villa Escudero.  I have hung my apron long enough and that “chef” prefix on my name.  It’s a new life, and in the words of Marilla Cuthbert, “tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes.”

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