If it weren’t for my cats, I won’t be rushing back to the city tonight. But then I miss my bed. There’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed, customized according to your preference and sleeping habit/s.
Everyday I’m closer to having a home of my own. ❤️ A home that is customized according to how we live and I can change it however I want without having to deal with another entity who would object to my plans.
I had everything painted flat white so artworks would pop out. This clinical look can also be softened with curtains, beddings, books, or tchotchkes (if my cats will not destroy them). I still have the woven runner from Zamboanga/Sulu that I’m still figuring if it’s better to hang it like a tapestry or have it framed.
Still no upper cabinets yet since the lower cabinets are complicated. I have a pullout garbage disposal unit under the sink.
I could still hear the grinder cutting tiles outside. But I think all the tile work will be done by end of the month.
I had worked on the documents that I need to submit for my application for a new Meralco line and for a new water line. Our water utility people will be coming over on Monday to check the water pressure and configure if I would still need a water pressure pump and tank and if I do, what horsepower and how many cubic meters are needed.
After I got my barangay certificate of residency, I went to the mountain bypass road to buy my friend from my old TV network bird of paradise plants. The ones I gave him last year died because they were battered by winds on their condo balcony.
And I went to the flower vendors along the national highway to buy my mom her favorite flowers.
Because my mom deserves flowers everyday. Always.
