Excited

One Giant Leap

There's no way to say this gently so I'll blurt this right out.

I'm (we're) buying a house!!!!

"We" in that statement means me and Boa...and it would depend on how we work it out. Because even if he won't like the place (located somewhere in Pasig), I'd still get a unit for myself for investment purposes and to have a property under my belt that I can claim as mine..all mine. It would be something that I've earned for myself...(I love this certain bravado...where is it coming from?)

How scary and grown up is that?

I found this good deal about Cambridge Village from my friend Anna, (Monyat already had a unit!) where I won't have to shell hundreds of thousand for the downpayment and the payment terms would allow for me to pay it off in ten years. Based on my calculation, I'd pay as much as I'm paying right now for the place that I'm renting and at least after 10 years, the property would be mine or ours, again, depending on how Boa and I work the thing out.


Of course, I'd still have to check out the place (Conrad, Toni, and I have a scheduled tripping on Monday) and would have to show the place to my kin and would have lots of discussion with my dad to get his approval but the upside is after 10 years, when I'm 34 or 35 I'm already done paying for the thing.

Another option is to have it rented out to pay for the amortization...but I would love to live in a place of my (our) own. This is exciting. Really.

It would force me to be employed and stop job-hopping, which is very much okay. Imagine a hefty retirement package...hehe.

I would love to do this with Boa so that my financial burdens would ease up but I keep on thinking about that Vaughn/Aniston film...."The Break Up," or something like that. That, in itself, warrants another long discussion. I'm being a realist here...who can really tell if Boa and I are meant to be there for the long haul. A lot can happen and unhappen overtime. As always, I'm keeping my bases covered. If that's at all possible.

So I'll give another update after Monday then...

A house of my (our) own....wow.

Boring

A Lame-ass Entry

Yes. I already told Monyat that I'm a self-proclaimed boring lame-ass. I've skipped a whole lot of bonding and inuman sessions (both alcoholic and caffeinated ones) with my friends. My career as a music-writer is now a thing of the past. Fun, for me, right now is balancing my checkbook, budgeting my money, grocery shopping, keeping house, whipping up semi-edible pasta dishes, and watching FRIENDS on DVD one season after another.

I think I've morphed into a sub-par Ma. Ailil Alvarez (my best friend) minus the bi-weekly relationship dramarama and the razor-sharp intellect.

Don't get me wrong.

It might be lots different from the nomadic life I used to live but right now, I'm sort of tired.

Settling down in my own space seems like a comfort that not even a shot of vodka can satiate right now.

For some reason, domesticity had been natural although not an easy thing to swallow at times.

The novelty of living with someone and being responsible for myself has not lost its thrill yet so my relationship with my friends have taken a major backseat which is the only thing I apologize for in this huge melodrama which is my life.

Sooner or later I'd be sure to get bored with all this. The starry-eyed look on my face will be wiped off and replaced with the bitter tang of spiteful words that will lash out of me when Boa and I hit a rough patch.

Maybe I'd crack once the thrill has died down...when everything starts becoming tedious again, and the only way to get through it is to d(r)own it with alcohol and write pseudo-existentialist angst on this blog.

After all, everything is a vicious cycle. I will not dispute that.

We can't have it all.

But I am welcoming this small measure of peace.

Until it lasts.