Monday, March 27, 2006
I'm staying with my grandaunt in San Juan. She has such a wonderful family. Tito Bogs, her son, loves me like a daughter. We'll be grilling burgers this weekend because he found out that I love grilled burgers especially when hickory wood shavings are sprinkled on the charcoal that cooks the beef. The wood gives a smoked flavor which makes the burgers irresistible to me. His wife is just as kind. She treats me as if I own the house. They have two cute sons, and I've always wanted a baby at home.
There are some problems though. Beside the house, adjacent to my room, is a repair shop for earth-moving equipments (bulldozers and the like). I have been enured to the clanging of metal and the rasping sound of the grinders, but sometimes, the fumes almost choke me. It's like being gassed daily. I wonder how my lungs are taking it. The room is a virtual oven; whenever I sleep, I feel so hot that I can hear myself sizzle.
So that's my problem: I don't know where to stay. I don't have enough money for the deposit and advance that most apartment lessors require of prospective tenants. My uncle, whom I thought would allow me to stay in his townhouse, has offered to have the bodega renovated, airconditioned, and sound-proofed so I can sleep and work there. However, I would have to wait for a couple of months if I agree to stay there. Miss Len has been asking me how long will I be working in the HQ. I cannot give her a definite answer. It's embarrassing on my part to stay here any longer than a week. She even jokingly said, "Baka pagdating ko galing US, nandito ka pa!" (She recently left for Las Vegas and will be back on April 7th.
Besides, the free-spirit in me protests; I would rather live alone than be routinely scrutinized by relatives who may mean well, but do not understand my personal issues. I would rather be alone than walk on tiptoes for fear that I may displease them. And I VALUE MY PRIVACY SO MUCH. I cannot lock the bedroom door when sleep because some of their things are in the room that I occupy. They can go in and out of my room which makes me uncomfortable.
I gotta go...
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She's coming home! At last, I'm going to see her again after a year! I might not have the chance to spend time with her while she's in the country, that's why I'm going to see her at the airport...with her husband...
But it's okay. I just miss her so much that I wish I could give her a hug right now.
Posted @ 3:46 PM
