I'm 20 years old and I'm living the adult life.
Five months ago, since it would take 2 hours to get to work everyday, I moved to Makati Ave. at a condominium with my two cousins. I've been a dormer during college for almost 3 years, but this time, it was different.
I now have to buy my own food with my own money, pay for the electric bill that's more expensive than my Dad's 3-day worth of gas fuel, do the laundry (more like pay for the laundry), iron my clothes, do the groceries, clean the house and all those adult shizz. In my first few weeks of living on my own, Paramore's song 'Ain't it Fun' became so fitting, because heck noooo it wasn't fun living in the real world.
I remember itching to grow up and live the independent life when I was 13 years old or so. I've always wanted to go home to my own place after a long day from work, make my dinner and go on a night out with friends. Well, that's my current situation. I go home from a loooooooooong day of work, buy fast food, buy more sinful food and go to sleep. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.
Living away from home put me off of my comfort zone. Mommy would no longer wake me up and cook me breakfast every morning. Daddy would no longer drive me to school. Ate Vicky would no longer do my laundry, iron my clothes and clean my room. NOW, I wake up by the buzzing sound of my alarm, go on the battle of commuting along Makati, buy unhealthy breakfast from 7 11. When I get home, I had to fulfill our household duties.. take out the trash, clean the bathroom, do the dishes, iron my clothes. *sigh*
Well, what can you do... it's part of growing up!
I remember itching to grow up and live the independent life when I was 13 years old or so. I've always wanted to go home to my own place after a long day from work, make my dinner and go on a night out with friends. Well, that's my current situation. I go home from a loooooooooong day of work, buy fast food, buy more sinful food and go to sleep. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.
Living away from home put me off of my comfort zone. Mommy would no longer wake me up and cook me breakfast every morning. Daddy would no longer drive me to school. Ate Vicky would no longer do my laundry, iron my clothes and clean my room. NOW, I wake up by the buzzing sound of my alarm, go on the battle of commuting along Makati, buy unhealthy breakfast from 7 11. When I get home, I had to fulfill our household duties.. take out the trash, clean the bathroom, do the dishes, iron my clothes. *sigh*
Well, what can you do... it's part of growing up!
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