Ivy, my roommate, started a new job in Makati City last week. I am seriously super happy for her to be able to finally land on a job that best suits her academic background and where she can probably realize her potentials. Ivy's like one of my younger sisters. We were 24 hour roommates because we also shared the same room at the office. So, since last week I was technically staying alone in our apartment and I'm feeling great. I believe I'm used to being solo, after all I spent more than 2 years in Mindanao with practically nothing and no one. But, last night was a bit different! I don't know what came into me when I open the door of the apartment. It just feels sad! Ivy already informed me earlier in the day that she was here during the weekend and that she already moved some of her stuff...including the TV! I am not a TV fanatic, well, not until Ron (harharhar) but seeing the TV not there feels strange. It feels like I'm starting anew. I don't feel lonely but I feel so alone! While I can so hear the sound of the guys next door's TV not tuned in to ANC but to my not-so-favorite TV station. Anyways, maybe, I was just used to the sound of the TV every night. Maybe, I am no longer used to being solo. Maybe, I just miss Ivy and all my friends who chose to live a life abroad. Or maybe, just maybe, I was just reminded of the time when my older housemates in college were starting to leave the house one by one because they were ready to start a new life as young professionals while I was still trying to survive the hustle and bustle of school.
Oh well, whatever it is, one thing is sure...I still hate goodbyes. I know that goodbyes are part of growing up and there sure will be more goodbyes to come...but I would like to think now that the more important thing is to look forward to more hellos :) Right Ivyjoy?
