Thursday, February 7, 2013

No Place Like Home

In 2000, my husband's siblings moved into this house. J, being assigned in Mindanao, was not able to go home every three months; so, he was not able to decorate the house as he wanted. Then in 2003, we were married and we made this house our home.  Being newlyweds, we were not able to do much for the house. I was lucky though because all I had to do was live in it because it was already fully furnished.  All the house needed was a woman's touch so to speak.

Three years later, he took an advance training course and had to stay in Tarlac for three months.  Since I was a stay-at-home mom to a toddler, we decided to join him there.  During this time, I was able to undergo training as a medical transcriptionist.  After our trainings ended, we were given quarters at GHQ (Camp Aguinaldo).  We stayed there for 11 months and had to leave because we were "evicted".  This was because the place was to be converted to a commissary.  We then transferred to our condo unit and made it our home for the next two years.  And then in 2009, we decided to come back to Angono.  As you can see, we have been "NPAs" (no permanent addressees) for three years and we have concluded that there is no place like home.

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