I’ve lived in a number of places throughout my life. When I was young, I can vaguely remember living in Bel-Air subdivision in Makati. I cannot really pull any distinct memories, but when I think of it, I see brown. After that, we moved into a townhouse in Victoria Valley. We lived there for a number of years, while the house in ALPADI was being built. I can remember birthday parties there. The steep road coming from the top of the village. And having neighbors!
We moved to ALPADI sometime early 1980s. Sumulong Highway was a dirt road. We had no phone. No cable. Just a HUGE black mobile phone that hurt your fingers when you pressed the buttons. We had snakes in the backyard. But fresh air. No noise. And the feeling of quiet.
When I was in College, the flyover of Katipunan was being built. So we were subjected to 4 hour traffic jams on the way to school. I ended up staying in a condominium; and then a townhouse, with two of my good friends – both women. That was a fun time. And memories from then are hazy.
I moved back to ALPADI soon enough though. I was having TOO MUCH FUN. Stayed there for years again after that. Just changing rooms within the house (oh I lived in the Couples for Christ mission house for a few months as well. Just to experience that life…. ummm… never again).
To prepare for married life, I moved into an apartment in Pasig. Des and I got married, and lived there for almost a year. We decided to move back to ALPADI, to get help with our first born child – Sabine – since my parents were more than willing to help us out.
We stayed. We had a place in ALPADI made (connected to the “mother house”). Had another child – Aida. And now another one on the way. But now, it is time to make another move. The house is getting smaller. And as I said in my previous post, it is also time to live according to the life I have chosen.
So, come 2011, we will be making another move. Making plans. Fixing budgets. Tightening belts. Taking that deep breath, and making that leap.
Come visit. Bring food.
The Padilla 7 