Really Itching to Get a Pad of My Own

// August 5th, 2007

Pad.. Yikes.. It’s one of those annoying words yuppies would use to refer to their apartments or condo units. Why were they called pads? It sounded more like a woman’s thing.. You know… Ok, I’m just dead-tired of researching for etymologies today so I won’t bother googling why’s such a place called “pad”. Is it because it’s like a pad of paper waiting to be filled with appliances and whatever contraption a busy bee doesn’t have time (I said time, not money), to buy?

Enough with that lame intro, I just really want a place of my own. It’s a necessity when you reach the age of 20+ AND you have a job. But if I don’t live in Angeles City, probably I won’t be thinking this way. I think I’ve already written about half-a-dozen of blog posts talking about me wanting to move out of my parents house. So, uh-huh, it’s been bugging me for quite some time now.

Sure, I’m paying some lot somewhere. But I don’t think it’s somewhere I want to live or if it’ll be, I won’t be able to raise the money to build my dream house there ASAP. ASAP - that’s how soon I want to get out of my parents’ place.

Why the hurry? It’s one of those happenings in my life that I know I can control if I just put my heart into it. And there’s no use in dilly-dallying, right?

It’s going to be one milestone if I survive a few years of my life living all by myself. I just want to have the choice to “not have a choice”. And I know that living on my own will help me achieve that.