Three years ago, one morning, my mother told me, “mag-board ka na”… what?!! I don’t have plans for that. I’m enjoying my life with my family in Cavite. Even my work is too far from our house, I used to commute everyday and it’s ok to me. After one week, I have a new home, have new housemates, have a new life. At first, I was so excited to the fact that I’m living on my own, will be independent and no mother to scold you when you go out too late. My very first housemate was Jade, Tin, and Elphie. This people I knew before, only seeing them at work and suddenly you’re together in one roof. A lot of adjustment happens. Our first day is our busy day. We buy things for our little home, appliances, plates, pillows etc., everything is new. That time I’m really into watching TV and movies so I bought a TV which is my first investment. The next day, we don’t want to work and just wanted to stay because we feel at home in our new place. It felt good when you’re the one manages, designs, and clean you own house, which never happens to me in our house. That time, I never knew how to cook, never wash my own clothes, never been to a market meaning no idea running a home. That was the huge adjustment for me. It’s nice to think that I can do whatever I want but do I really ready for this? Is that easy to wash clothes? How’s my food? How will I survive? A nightmare!! Hehehe… With all this, I learned what you called “pakikisama”. It’s too dyahe if you’re tamad, if you’re burara, if you do not know everything. Shocks! I accepted the fact that I’m the only one to wash my clothes and as time goes I think I perfected my washing ability… hahaha… Learn to clean a house with the help of Tin, who is so good in housekeeping. Taught me how to mop, clean the comfort room and the tiles, brush the walls etc. For in fact, I never tried doing it in my own house. I’m ashamed of myself but at the same time proud because I can do it pala. Everything was so easy; just love what you’re doing. The really funny thing is how I learn to cook. My very first dish was taught by my brother who is only 12 that time. Too dyahe! Pork steak which he knows to cook because he saw my mother cooking it. My three gorgeous housemates we’re the first to taste my first masterpiece. I go to the market alone, pick the best meat (I think), make “tawad” for the price with my listahan at my hand… hehehe… The lunch time comes. I was really nervous, honestly, what if they don’t like it? Happy to say, they said it was taste good (I don’t know if it’s really true) but the meat was kinda matigas pa (at least it was taste good for the beginner) hehehe… And then I find cooking a habit.
Pakikisama is the key word. I learn to give and sacrifice something for others. Be patient because we are different individuals with different attitude. It’s more easier if we knew each other since childhood but it’s not. Before, I really hate seeing the timba in the comfort room empty, but I used to it, seeing it always emptied. My side, I just want to have a stock. What if the water supply suddenly stops? What will happen to us without water? Hehehe… I hate a messy room but what can I do? I can’t say to them, clean the room as you goes. I respect them. So I teach myself to be used to it… hehehe… A lot of my habit and attitude changed. When it comes to money, I learn to budget my allowance. Pay the bills, worry for the due date, worry for our food supply, worry for everything that is important in running a home. Learn to save my money wisely, make tipid when necessary. The only sad part is during those holiday season and when you’re in sickness. Luck for me because Cavite is just a two-hour ride so I can go home during those times. But I have housemate who lives in Bicol, who only have the chance once or twice a year to be home. How sad? Just think of the loneliness you will suffer if you’re the one. During sickness, I learned that it’s only myself I can depend on. Even when you have fever, you’re the one to buy your own food, medicine etc. In my experience, last month, I suffer on a sever allergy which caused my skin to turned red, I panic and really afraid. An allergy from the food I ate (they said I was poisoned), ginataang tulingan, my favorite food. I told to my housemates about it but of course they have their own thing to do. I’ve texted my family but they can’t do anything but just to reply what will I do and medicine to take. I need to be strong, my head was heavy, my heart beats super fast. I ate a lot of sugar every minute, how I really hate eating sweets. Until afternoon, I really wanted to go to the hospital because the redness never stop and the sugar has no effect but too shy to asked someone to accompany me. So Jade texted a friend (who had a doctor friend) and asked for a medicine. So what will I expect? Of course, I’m the one who bought my medicine with the rain outside. Luckily, after taking the expensive medicine I feel fine.
The lesson I want to impose here is that living independently is not an easy way. If you’re not ready and matured enough, you can’t take it. You’re just ended missing your family badly. If you don’t have the guts, you can’t bear it that you might burst into tears. If you run of money, you can’t come to your parents and asked for extra money that easy, you have to solve it wisely. What’s the essence of living alone if you’re always calling your parents in times of need? Learn to teach yourself living independently, learn to be strong, have the courage to face everything, and endure the hardship of living on your own.