Taste of "living on my own"

I'm a survivor. I've managed to do everything at home while working. But I just don't find enough time to blog, check updates of my friends, respond to emails and messages, drop at Entrecards widgets, etc. for the past few days.

This is a very humbling experience.

My mother never hired a house help so that we can learn and do our share of household chores by ourselves. But I wasn't forced to cook early in the morning (my mom's), I didn't have to sweep the yard and go to the market (my father's) and sometimes when I am so busy, my mother wouldn't let me bother with the dishes. My main chores are cooking at night, cleaning the house and washing my own clothes as well as the curtains, bed covers, pillow cases, and blankets. If I didn't want to, then I don't have to. Our parents never compelled us; they wanted us to volunteer on our own.

With this experience, I learned to appreciate the "love" my parents have put into the little everyday things they do for us; my mother especially.

I realized that it's hard to live on your own - you don't have anyone to depend to or help you with whatever you have to do.

On the other hand, it's also great to know that I can now take care of myself. I am still learning how to do many things at once though - like cleaning the bathroom while cooking dinner and washing dishes.

Aja!