The past few weeks we have been getting some serious headaches finalizing our moving in to a new condo, in a new city. Sure we have moved houses before, from Fairview to a condo in Cubao, from Cubao to a townhouse in Project 4; but this time would be our first time to move out of Quezon City. And this time, we are seriously on our own with no more parental interference.
Living securely in a house with household helpers in a nice quiet subdivision since birth, we had to have a drastic change of lifestyle after my Mama passed away in 2002. I can still remember our first few weeks in our first condo (with my 2 sisters and me) wherein we have to adjust and learn cooking our own food, washing our own dishes, doing our laundry, cleaning our rooms and respective zone assignments. There were plenty of fights between us 3 and plenty of learning as well.
When I started to work (meaning no more allowance), then came the additional responsibilities like sharing the bills, maintaining my car on my own (insurance and repairs), saving, etc… More grown-up responsibilities. I start inspecting my paycheck breakdown questioning all those deductions to last peso. I start computing how much food I consume each day. I start giving up some expensive hobbies. I start dreading the monthly statement of accounts from bills and credit cards. I start looking for extra sources of income.
I’m proud to say that Mama reared us well and prepared us to live independently and Papa is still around to lend his support if needed. But of course, who would want to be under the sustenance of a parent all his/her life? (Unless you are a lazy and irresponsible rich kid, child-of-owner types who just rely on a parent’s name, influence and funds) Papa wanted us to be self-sufficient, it may be hard, but I guess the rewards in the future will be more fulfilling than just inheriting everything you have without moving a finger.
How I wish I was living my life again as a carefree child. Where my biggest problems were- wearing black socks to school when white socks were required, or leaving my Coleman jug in cafeteria, or breaking an action figure’s head accidentally.
Makes me wonder how did my parents do it? Working to earn for a family, saving for a house, saving for the children’s education, staying happy and responsible parenting, and balancing life. Thinking of the future bills alone after we have moved in to our new place already makes me lose sleep and my hair turn gray. (deep long tired longing sigh)