Changes..

Changing hues, the change of seasonsWill leave you no cluesAs desperation spreads within a broken soulLife leaves you feeling dead…

First few lines of the song “Perfect” by True Faith. I could somehow relate to the lyrics. Over the weekend, I spend my time cleaning and packing my things for this coming Friday, we will be moving our things to our new home. But the problem is that our new house is nowhere near complete and the engineer just ordered his carpenter to first fix one room of the house where we can place our things while waiting for the house to be finished. We were already requested by the owner of our old house to already move out. He was also willing to lend us his truck to help us to move our things which I was thankful for it. The problem while packing up our things is that we still don’t have water in our old house so it is very hard to pack our things. But we’ve got no choice, either there is water or not, we’ve got to pack and move our things because we were already given a deadline to move our things by the end of the month so I spend most of my time during last week’s long weekend cleaning up my things. I was a bit sad though because I wasn’t able to join my friends to their relaxing Tagaytay trip last weekend for it’s a overnight event and I can’t afford the time for I still have lots of things to pack up.

I was talking to my barkada after packing up most of my things and somehow I got teary-eyed when I told her that we will be moving out by the end of the week. Hopefully she didn’t notice that. Like what she said, there are lots of memories in our place. My barkada used to spend their afternoon after class in our house either playing basketball or just playing guitar or just talking and making fun of each other. Somehow I wish that we would not anymore need to transfer to a new place for I am already very comfortable with it but I know that it is not already possible. Well hopefully everything will turn out okay on our new place...