There are four things that a man needs in life: Food, Water, Clothing and Shelter. My shelter is a house. I live in that house for the 17 years of my life, and counting. I love it so, I’m calling it a home. Even thought my home is not the best house in the world. It is all I need.
My home is a subdivision house at SanMarino, a subdivision of VistaLand, in the city of Dasmariñas, in the province of Cavite. It is originally one house unit. My parents bought the neighboring unit and interconnected them.
Our home has a big kitchen. It has 4 bedrooms and 2 comfort rooms. I can’t describe each of our room because we change the furniture’s arrangements every week. In our living room, we have two sets of sofas, one made of fabrics and cushions and one made of bamboo. We have a computer set. I am the one who is maintaining it.
There are four bedrooms in our home, namely, “Kuwarto ni Lola“, “Shop”, “Kuwarto nina Mama” and “Kuwarto ni Jullie(my younger sister)”. But most of us prefer to sleep in the sofas.
Like most of the neighboring house, our home has only one entrance, which was pretty useful for my parents in implementing their curfews. MY and my younger brother often violate the curfew rule and found ourselves knocking on the gate for hours to have someone open it. That was one of the lessons we learned from our home. And there, we grew and matured.
When I boarded on a Residence Hall in UP, I was homesick. I missed my parents. I missed my siblings. I missed my home. And there I realized: “There is no place like home.”