Back at It

06-05-2010 Saturday

"I'm on my way back.." I texted Alex. It was a struggle to text as I clutched the plastic bag containing the meat that my gramma has prepared before I left, my bag on my lap, the umbrella clasped between my knees and a 16 oz. Slurpee in my other hand with it's straw stuck to my lips.

I asked my gramma for instructions on how to cook a pork steak, and aside from instructions, she went ahead and bought the meat for me and prepared it so that when I go back to Blumentritt, all I have to do is cook it. She said it's raining and she doesn't want me to go to the market to buy meat. That's how much she cares for me, and seeing her care so much about me, it makes me not want to go back to Manila.

I held the plastic bag of meat tightly, I can lose my bag and everything but not this meat that my gramma prepared. Traffic is a headache. I left the house at 9 in the morning and I arrived in Blumentritt a few minutes past 11.

I walked to our room, unlocked the door with my key and surprise, I was greeted with a room that suffered from a near destruction. The floor is dirty, the unwashed plates are stacked in the corner, the chair is marked with food stains, and I'm near tears as I looked around the room, wondering where will I begin to fix the mess. I wanted to be mad with Alex but felt pity for him instead, he obviously can't live well on his own. I put down my things on the bed, and opened the pot beside our water jug. There's rice enough for me and sardines. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Alex can't cook as well, but he's worse than me.

I cleaned the room, washed the dishes, and I realized I still have to do the laundry. Ok, here goes another day for poor lil' me.

I'm back here. I'm back to doing things for myself. It's either I get used to it, or live with it till it's all over.

Labels: alex, Blumentritt, cook, gramma, homesick, pink crimson

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 9:28 PM