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last sunday, we had our yearly corporate christmas party at bagaberde with the whole legal group. of course, everyone is excited about the raffle but not everyone is fortunate enough to win. in our team, only 6 people got to take home a prize. i was so frustrated i didn't get to win even a "microwaveable" oven toaster (a joke by one of my colleagues).
but then again, all the blessings i received from spi throughout the year is worth more than a plasma tv or a refrigerator or portable dvd player. after hearing the final prize given to someone with an employee number of FJ--, i just said a prayer and thanked God for all the blessings he gave me through spi. the winner of the grand raffle prize was the little guy who was behind me when i was in line for the food. he seems like a good guy and comforted myself that maybe he deserved it more than i do.
i wouldn't exchange the friends i made for a plasma tv. i wouldn't exchange the experiences i've had for a refrigerator. i would never exchange the laughters for a dvd player...
this week, there are two changes that took place in my daily routine: a) one is that i had to go back to working on our graveyard shift and b) transferring to a new house and leaving the house we lived in for 23 years.
after waiting for so long to be working the "normal" hours, i have to again shift back to working the wee hours for some reason. i don't want to talk about it anymore and i just resigned myself to accepting the fact that i have to be flexible enough to enable others to do what they want to do. enough said...
a more life-altering event happened when we transferred from 3992 tagumpay st. to 4644 tagumpay st. it may be a small walk from our old house across the street to our new house but nevertheless an important change in our daily routine. our family friend moved and flew to canada and entrusted us their house just across the street from ours. we were to live there and not pay rent or anything which is a big load off of our shoulders.
the difficult thing is, we're leaving the house we were so used to coming home to. and worst, we'll be seeing it from the window of our new house. i can't help but feel nostalgic and reminiscent of all the things that happened inside that compound every time i stare out the window. it has been part of my system, a part of who i am, a part of my life.
it's sad moving out and moving on to a new chapter of my life outside the house i grew up in. but again, part of living is being able to welcome changes no matter how drastic they are. ironically, as we close the doors to our old house, we look out of the windows of our new house and look out for new things that is to happen to our lives from now on. and as we look out of our present window, we will (once in a while) look back to the windows of our past...
