I was wrong. I did unpack, and with every artifact I unpacked, my hopes for happiness in my new place went up. I realized that it was the first time in five years since I'd had my own room, so of course I set about making it as much mine as possible.
The layout I used was according to the best possible use of the little space. It all depended on two things: the locations of the electrical outlets, and the size of the things that needed to be flush with the wall. So that the cabinet wouldn't block any outlets, I had to move the ref from one corner to another and then push the cabinet into its place. There was nowhere else to put the bed after that but the wall opposite.
In the end, however, practicality lent itself to a particular aesthetic. When I stood at the door to inspect my handiwork, the setup gave me the same secure feeling as in a childhood nest. "My fort," I whispered. "My kingdom."
I texted people that it felt like New York (New York, Cubao isn't that far from here, btw); while I've never actually been to the Big Apple, the sound of the LRT going by reminded me of all those scenes in TV and movies where the L train rattles the windows.
My windows don't rattle, though. And when, while unpacking, I first heard the train going by, I felt a huge comfort. The trains are my favorite thing about Metro Manila. They're magic. It was nice to know that they were so close.
By the end of the first day, I knew I was in love with my new place, possibly more than I loved Ortigas. I have yet to see how life in the house will flow once all the rooms are rented out, how hard or easy it will be to see Martin, and how tight things will be now that I'm paying the rent all on my own. But what's that up in the clouds? It's my hope.
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hope it'll be so much better for you.. ^_~ *hug*