Thank You for the "Palace"

I am having difficulty contemplating what to blog today.I'd like to reflect on the things that occurred to me and look for the lessons behind my past. However, I don't know what happened next. I have an amnesia in some memories since that bad moment became a part of my memory. It's a part of my defense mechanism for such stress in order to cope and keep myself sane. Oh well, as I have said in When Falling Down and Breaking Up Could Mean A Start, it's a start of something new... =) Very redundant neh? 

My father started the construction of the house after a week of preparation of plans and also the estimation of how much materials would be needed. My dad did it all for he was once a frustrated civil engineer himself. His great dream someday, I will be the one to fulfill the dream that he didn't reached. It was okay with me after all, I love to draw and design a house. I built a dream on my mind that time that someday, I would be a successful civil engineer. The unexpected expenses for the construction of the house made my father's savings for his future job application going back to Saudi was used. He wasn't able to apply also because he took the role of the engineer, foreman, steelfixer and carpenter all in one. He got so busy that he wasn't able to notice how time flies and how he needed to find a job to support our family. He only realized it when all of his savings were gone in a wink of an eye and ended up as a half-finished house six months after the house fell apart. Let me describe the brand new house: it has walls made up of hollow blocks, but it has no smooth finishing yet. We have cemented rooftop for he planned to make a second floor someday. To access the second floor, he made a permanent stairs going to the rooftop which we cover with a galvanized iron at night and when there is rainstorms and monsoons. The floor is not cemented yet that's why we are walking day or night on the soil which in time hardened up because it was being walked upon daily by the house's inhabitants. The windows, still we just cover it with curtains, no glass covering it to protect from the rain or coldness of wintertime (it's not that cold anyway in the Philippines). The doors? Nah...only the bathroom has a permanent door in it. The rest were covered by curtains. I was a little bit disappointed, the house is still not that safe for me. Still no privacy. I would still need to get dressed everyday of my life in the bathroom. I need to bring all my clothes and stuffs there just to have my little taste of privacy. And if I got unlucky, sometimes my stuffs will fall down on the bathroom's wet tiles and I would have to shout for my aunt's name or my mom to help me get another pair of clothes. And to top all that, the moment that I have been waiting for: RAIN. Yes, rain. I wanted to know if the cemented roof wasn't gonna leak just like our old roof before where we always need to put a pail under, or any receptacle to prevent the rainwater from wetting our old wooden floors. One afternoon, the moment of truth came, it rained! Of course I wasn't expecting the windows and doors to keep the raindrops out of our house since it was only covered by curtains. I ran around the house that time inspecting if our new roof was safe from the rainy season. I was so happy to see that everything was dry until after 30 mins. a drop of water leaked out from certain areas of the house. A couple in my room which drops just near my bed. (Oh great, I was thinking, of a way how to put a pail over there and while I am asleep I might kick it and make a huge wake-up splash!) There were some in the living room too. There's one in my parents' room and also in the kitchen. LOL.

To give you an idea of what kind of house I was talking about, it nearly looked like this, just remove the red metal beams for the glass windows here and alas! You have a bird's eye view of our "palace". =)

Anyway, I have lived everyday of my life for three years now with that kind of scenario, how much more now? At least I wont fear that our roof is going to fly  away with the strong typhoon winds while I lay down on my bed on a stormy night, or fall down again in our old wooden floor's crevices. Or fear that another person would suddenly open the door in the bathroom because the lock is so weak as well as the door itself. I wouldn't have to itch again with the termites' eggs everytime I accidentally stuck on the wooden walls. Or worry about leaning on the walls may cause me to break it and end up stumbled down on the other side of the wall. Those weird thoughts of me being paranoid at least lessened even a bit this time. At the end of the day, it is still a nice foundation of a house my dad made there and I am proud of him (event though my mom argued with him for not listening to her opinion that my dad's house plan is big, which he later on realized was right). Furthermore, he said that someday, I will be the on to continue finish our house coz' as of now, he's broke! hahaha =)

Life gives us situations where we thought there's nothing new to be thankful of but if we look closely, there are little things that are worthy of THANK YOU! My Aunt Nitz would always say, "Those are little things but it comes something". I think that was her secret for her contentment, simplicity and joy in life. Appreciate little things, little efforts, little deeds of kindness and you will realize how lucky you are with your life.

**To be continued...

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