MOVING

     A decade had past since we left our home province and migrated to a place a thousand miles away, on the southwestern part of the Philippines.  New place, new language and new environment, but that doesn't  keep us on setting our track on the  road.  We have four children, and since they were still in elementary and high school when we arrive here,  knowledge of the native language was not that hard to learn.  We have to settle by renting a  small house, with preference on the school's proximity to save on fare, and with an ample opportunity to earn whatever means we could. Since we do not have a house we own, we have the luxury of living on a place we chose.  Thus, whenever graduation occurs, we usually transfer to where the next school will be.  And since then, in a span of less than ten years, we had already lived on eight different houses.  Wow, that's a record.
     One good thing about  moving, is that you create many memories, especially when a family occasion happens.  And it is easy to remember what chapter of our life such events occur, considering that you only have to remember the house you were then living.  You also could accumulate friends on different places, that whenever there was fiesta on one of the places you lived in, you will always be invited.
     From a fifth grader, our youngest child is now on her fourth year in college, and her three siblings have their own job already.  We are now a little farther from our original place, settling on an apartment near the city. Although the idea of owning a house comes into the family discussion, it is quite puzzling why it doesn't interest us that much, and such idea  is always been put aside.
     Today, after settling for eleven months, we again find our present place to be uncomfortable, leaving no room for some additional furniture and fixtures purchased .  And so now, we are looking forward for our ninth   bungalow , with new hopes, new aspirations and with God's continuous blessings, a better place to live in.