saying goodbye
Posted on August 20, 2007
When I was young, before my parents were able to build a house of their own, I experienced having to move houses several times. All in all, I experienced living in four different houses even before I reached high school. Every time we would move, I would feel a bit sad. I didn't like having to leave friends I've made and having to adjust to a new environment.
When Ramil and I decided that it's time for us to look for a bigger and better house, I was excited. The house we were living in was getting too cramped with the addition of another person and a half - yaya Cat and Mateo. We have resorted to just stacking some of our things and just placing them on any space available. I was looking forward to bigger space and hopefully, a house that could accommodate our parents if they want to sleep over.
That's why I was mildly surprised when in the midst of all our packing, I felt sad. For more than a year, Ramil and I lived on our own in that house. For half a year, we had Mateo with us. We fumbled through our first year of marriage and we experienced the joys of being first-time parents there. There were a lot of memories, very good memories. And of course, it was the place we considered home for quite some time.
On moving day, when all our things were finally loaded into the truck, my mama instructed Ramil and I to have a final look around to see if there's anything else we missed. Well, I looked around and got very sentimental about leaving it. Even though it felt so stupid, I almost had tears in my eyes while silently saying goodbye.
Even now, after two weeks in the new house, I could still vividly recall every part of the house we left. I could close my eyes and imagine myself inside it. But this new house is also slowly getting to me. I am starting to love it as if it's our own.
I told Ramil before leaving that it's like saying goodbye to a significant part of our lives, the life where it was just me and him. It's the biggest realization that it will never be just him and me. Well, not until we reach our senior years and our children leave us. I will miss that life but I also warmly welcome our life now. It was like graduating from high school, sad to leave that part of your life but knowing that you have to move on.
That final look around allowed me to take our memories with us. As my dear husband said, we'll make more memories in our new house. When my mama asked us whether there's anything else we left, I answered with a resounding no. We have everything with us.
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ang hirap nga umalis lalo na pag ang daming memories anoh…
our house was supposedly built as a two-storey house. kaso naisip naming magkakapatid that when the time comes na matatanda na ang parents namin,mahihirapan silang magpanhim-panaog so we persuaded them to just have a bungalow type. kaya baka ganun din sa amin when the time comes na kami naman papagawa ng sariling bahay.
@Thet - Yup, parang mare-realize mo lang un pagiging senti sa isang house pag iiwan mo na. Hehe! Good na you were able to convince your parents na wag na two-storey. Yun house ng parents ko bungalow din kasi nga mahirap ang may stairs pag matanda na and sa babies din