They said it will take me a year to fix my gut. Reverse its current state.

So I haven’t had any tea or juice drinks since I got hospitalized last Sunday. I hope I can last with just plain water. I haven’t had any pork yet. I ran out of fresh veggies to cook. Rice once a day.

I need willpower.

Meanwhile, my former neighbor in QC and I had been chatting on Viber or FB Messenger even until today. She sent me photos of how the parking alley looks like now that they have cut down the mango tree.

Cutting down the mango tree made things cleaner, but I guess the temperature in the area, especially in my old bedroom, is now higher by two degrees. 🥵 Well, the new tenant at unit C has completely sealed off the apartment (including the laundry area) and installed a split-type AC for the living area and kitchen, my ex-neighbor told me. Good luck to their electric bill—that area is really hot.

The messy tenant in unit B finally left but half-destroyed the unit because they let their dogs pee and poo inside the apartment and didn’t pay the utilities on their last month. Very uncouth. Had the temerity to claim their deposit.

All units have new tenants or had been vacated (in the case of B).

Twin I said she misses the place.

I’m still searching in my heart if I do, too. I have so many conflicting emotions regarding that apartment. I hate it because of J. I miss it because it has been my sanctuary, especially my former bedroom since it has ample space for all I needed.

This is how the apartment looked like this time last year.

Now I’m feeling something weird in my chest. Is it a pang of nostalgia? Well, I think it is!