Abode

From PC Hills Lahug to Brgy San Jose, Talamban to Capitol Hills, Lahug. We've been transferring houses in order to get the best comforts life could offer. Well, actually, it depends on the comfort of being near the mall, church, and school.

Life in PC Hills was the best. Everything was complete. The chapel was a just a few blocks away. The tennis court was only 50 yards from the house; and beside the tennis court was a half basketball court and a table tennis court. The mall was just 15 mins (on a private vehicle, of course) away from our doorstep. I wished, for a time, that we would live there forever. Having the most of life there was the best. I even remember one summer time when me and my childhood friend, Jan Mari, played basketball at 5 am. After which, I play tennis with my neighbors. And in the afternoon, table tennis. It was awesome, especially for a very sporty person.

Everything changed when my Pops was destined to some other place than Cebu. Police officials have the privilege to live in PC Hills provided that they are destined in Cebu. I was heartbroken when I heard the news. We were given 4 months (I think!) to evacuate. My dear mom prayed to the miraculous Sto Niño ever since to give us a house just enough for us. And then..... We were given the house in Brgy San Jose in Talamban. I was studying in UP back then.

Life didn't change back there since there were also comforts. A nice and amicable surrounding gave a noisy soul peace. There was also a basketball court-- street style. Most of the neighbors were teachers from CIC Cebu. I've learned that they were also given that privilege. Only one thing broke our heart there- the distance. It was very far from our schools, the church and mall. The fare kills and the early morning chills can make the day bad. My mom, again, fervently prayed to our dear Sto Niño. And we were given the lot where I'm writing this blog right now.

The place is called Capitol Hills here in Lahug. It fronts the BSP Camp and a rocky road. My parents worked hard to build this house. Sacrificing my Pops' salary due to loans. Now I have a lucky Php50 for my allowance. The folks down here are nice; very hospitable and very chismosa. So many characters entered my life and here are more others. We're over a year now and life is getting better. The comforts are near, too: he church, mall, and school (for my siblings though, I now study in USC - TC). And the fare? Much bigger. FYI: habal habal costs Php15 going up and Php10 going down.

Water here also costs much. No, I don't mean money. It costs too much time and effort. Since this place is quite high, water supply couldn’t be reached by the MCWD. I don’t know the freaking reason why but that's a fact.

God gave us this place, we should be thankful. God has a plan, we just have to wait.