The draft of this post has been languishing for some time now. Been trying to finish but things always get in the way. Thought I had finally found the time but the toddler woke up so…
Anyway, this is about a random event that happened a few days ago. Tuesday morning didn’t start out two well for the hubby and I. We haven’t covered much ground yet when we were disturbed by a loud clanging of the car. Our hearts sank as we saw that it was a flat tire. We were already running a bit late, and the car was under the number coding scheme. Shoot! Then we had to SOS my dad, and call one of his reliable mechanic friends because the tire jack wasn’t even working.
Of all days to get a flat! Even if they did manage to change tires, we would not be able to run because it was running close to 7 am (the cut off time for the number coding). We realized we had to sit out a couple of hours and wait till the scheme lifts at midday.
The good thing, though, was that the incident happened only a few blocks away from the house. As soon as the men started working, I decided to walk home since I wouldn’t be of much use anyway. I was just standing there, starting to sweat, and letting whatever makeup I have on slowly melt in the rising sun. So off I went and began a quarter of an hour walking to home base through the side streets of our village.
As I trudged along, oddly enough, I was transported back to my childhood. While I didn’t spend my formative years here in Cavite (grew up under the care of grandparents in Batangas), I did spend the school age years with my parents until they day I moved in with hubby in 2008 before we got married. It just felt good and a little nostalgic as the transformation that has taken place in our own part of the universe unfolded before my eyes. The place looks old and new at the same time. I saw the renovations undergone by some of the villagers as they try to keep up with the times, while some houses retained the basic bungalow look they have sported since the 1980s. Passed by homes of former childhood friends, and wondered where they are now. Haven’t really kept in touch with them. Moving along, I watched as the streets stirred, and people began keeping pace with the rising of the sun. Fresh produce are out, enticing passersby to buy. Stores started to open with keepers bringing out their wares, and peddling them. Students and professionals were lining the streets, either briskly walking to their destinations or waiting for rides. Mommies and nannies with babies were basking in the sunlight. Retirees and exercise-enthusiasts were jogging or biking. Some were walking their dogs. It was a typical suburban day. There was no rush like those found in Manila or Makati, but people were purposely doing their own thing.
I reached our house in no time. I don’t know but this walk really gave me a lot of things to think about and to thank for. It made me appreciate again the good life my parents gave me, and the home, while not perfect, they created for me. I also thought about how the good Lord has put me where I am now. I might be searching for a lot of things but He knows that this is the right place I have to be at the moment. So I am going to make the best out of it.