I just need to get out of the house. And although I would be going to my parents’ house this weekend for a reunion with my cousins and their kids, I still went out when she told me to pick up the clothes she bought for our little ladies. It’s something that I can’t get out of my system. When I say to myself that I should go to this place, I won’t be at ease till that “need” is fulfilled.
If other people would want to visit the mall and do some window shopping, play in the park with their kids, read books in the library, play some slots online, or bike around the neighborhood, my therapy is going out of the house. I left my kid with the granny and hit the streets to Pasig. This is another spur of the moment episode.
So there I was, trekking Shaw Blvd to Pasig. It was a very humbling experience, actually… reminded me that I needed to come back down to earth (Avril Lavigne? ehe). I’ve been used to riding the train and cab that I almost forgot how it felt like being in a jeepney where you had to be a middleman (the Filipino commuters as labeled by Rex Navarette) to reach the fare to the driver or rider, how hot it is inside, how the rider will fit in 10 people in an 8 seater, and the sticky glare of the other commuters, not to mention each others stinking sweat/breath.
Before I left, Pehpot and I were talking about the AHA moment. I guess this is the “kaboom!” moment to me, like poking me into the cheeks, “hey fedhz! This is what it’s like before and you loved the adventure.” Yes, it was fun, but I don’t really miss it. I’m actually ruminating what I’m gonna ride this Saturday homeward bound to Novaliches. Should I ride a cab? Nah, too expensive. MRT then Fx? Or just the bus and then sing while looking outside the window… “ako’y babalik na sa aking mahal na probinsya” (I’m going back to my beloved province).
I didn’t know what to tell Mike when I came home since I left without notice, leaving our daughter to her granny and without food on the table. He can do without me anyway. Besides, it’s only a short 3 hour-break for a bewildered mind. I hope I’ll have fun tomorrow. I usually get frustrated when all my plans don’t happen in place.
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