I had been chatting with one of my closest friends since college and I told her I want to buy this modular tiny house from Cubo.ph and I just need to hunt for a 100 sqm lot either in our hometown or by the beach.

She asked, “Do you believe in The Secret?” “No, it’s New Age. I avoid New Age stuff,” I said.

“You know, the visualization of something you want to have or what your future will be,” she said. “It seems like you don’t have space for another person in your life.”

Damned right, I don’t, I told her.

Don’t close your door, she told me.

Well, I’m tired. The same bullshit happens. It’s better to save myself from heartache that is sure to happen. Some people are made for this; I am not. I should be kind to myself and not subject myself to that ever again, I told her. Life is too short to be unhappy and miserable. I’d rather be happy alone and just devote my life taking care of my kids until they fly away. I can have a fulfilled life alone.

I may die the next day, who knows? So I just make the most of it. Buy ourselves this tiny house tomorrow since I can pay for this in cash. Do gardening, and do crafts outside my day job, save rent money and spend it for more meaningful things like travel.

Or fulfill my childhood dream of being a NatGeo journalist or a war correspondent. Having a small house is not much of a worry when you’re away for a long time because you’re on assignments.

“Don’t you want to share it with someone?”

No. Been there, done that. Both ended in ditches. I have been taken advantage of. Twice. No need to go through that again.