I come from a middle class family. By middle class, I mean
we get by most of the times. We live in a small house in the city, originally
with two rooms in which we added another one as our family grew in size (we got
bigger in more ways than one, hehe) and in number..
I was OK with the set up of sharing rooms but as I have
mentioned, we grew bigger as time went by and it is getting crowded at times particularly
during the weekends where all six adults and one child have to share the space.
I know it sounds that I am complaining (well, I actually am) but I have to work
with what I have. That doesn’t mean that I stop dreaming of a day when I have
my own room for those days that I don’t want to mingle with my family or just
preferred to be alone. So I have always wondered how it would be like to have a
room for myself.
We have lived at our place for about 20 plus years already. And
it is already fully paid for. The house, no matter how small it was, was the
only witness on our day to day lives. If it was alive, it can very well
describe each one who lives in it, our personalities, our moods, our entire
being, and might add those that a few
people can see.
My siblings and I have already graduated college and now
working on our careers as professionals. Before, our entire money was spent on
our education: tuition fees, allowances, dormitories and all that jazz. Today, things are looking a bit up most of the
times. We get by still.
At the latter part of the year, our next door neighbour put
up a “for sale” sign on the door and our family was all eyes on it. My parents
were able to negotiate with them on the prize, loaned it from the bank and
viola, we now can occupy new space. I won’t say “own” yet since we are still
pooling together resources to pay for the loan. Once we’ve paid it, I’ll blog
it J. My dreams for a new
room is within reach.
The former occupants left the house with no paint on the
rooms so I was eager to help out in painting. We opted to do it ourselves than
hire a painter as it’s more practical. It took us about three or four Saturdays
to complete the necessary painting in the new space. But there is still a lot
of things to do after that like tiling the floors, changing some doors and
making a hole in a wall for accessibility. Well, we are taking it one step at a
time since the renovations would entail, well, more money.
The good thing is, I have a space for myself in the new
house! Yey! After, 25 year of existence,
a dream is somewhat fulfilled. By somewhat, I mean, I still need to give the
space up if we have guest. So, I return to the top bunk of a double deck in a
room I shared with my brother once in a while. But, occasions like that are
rare.
Here are some pics of the room:
I want to buy a cabinet,
table, TV, mirror, and perhaps a painting. Though I’m holding back because
there is no final plan yet as to what will happen in the house. Even though it’s
not officially mine, I’m just happy to have a place I can call “room”.
