Saturdays make me nostalgic.

February 19, 2022

I wake up today with the unfamiliar feeling of nervousness and fear. I can still hear the chickens doing their business, the vehicles passing by the street and the sound of the rain when it reaches the roof of our boarding house. There are also some birds or was it the chicks that I'm hearing? I'm not sure anymore.

With the heaviness of my heart, I opted to close my eyes and go back to sleep for even just a minute but my mind won't allow me anymore. It has already laid out the things that I have to do or I'm dead. I figured out I don't need to be tangled with another unfinished business and so I step on the what seemed to be the hardest decision- get up and fixed my bed. No more sleep extension even if today is saturday.

The deck next to mine is already empty, my roommate have gone home early because she needed to attend a church meeting. Usually, we would wake up late during saturdays and spend some time window shopping before going home. The upper deck is also empty as our new roommate is still on duty. She works in a BPO company and she would come home at 10 in the morning.

I find it amazing how three souls share one room and yet have not find time talking to each other. We don't talk that much anymore because we do have different schedules. Sometimes, me and Zeralyn would only exchange messages on messenger as she is always having classes. I find it overwhelming how time changes everything, how time changes the situation. I mean just imagine doing same familiar things over and over, getting familiar with the schedule and then suddenly and unconciously, time has surprising ways of wanting us to adopt change.

I passed by our old boarding house and the memories from a year ago flashed back like a power point presentation. During saturdays, me and my two roommate would be busy because we still have a lot of classes back then even on weekends. Marinov back then would come home after spending the night with friends in a birthday party. She is already dressed for work and she would just have to stop by the boarding house to get some of her things needed for class and maybe wait for us. You see, she enjoys life but never forgets to come in time for class even without proper rest. We would always call her a legend.

Joy Mae, my other roommate would wake up late at 8:30 even if she has a class at 9:00 am. We would wake her up non-stop but she seemed to have shut her ears on us. She is a sucker of sleep. When she wakes up thirty minutes before her first class, you would not see her panicking. In fact, she would still cook breakfast of fried mixture of sardines and egg and eats it like a princess before taking a bath. Yes, yes, she is the most legendary among the three of us. Even with her 30-minute ritual before class, she is still on time for her first class. Yes, amazing.

Saturdays like this reminds me of my roommates. It is just so overwhelming how three friends who share the same rooms and stories have gone apart even for just a period of time. I wished we could have spend more time together. I wonder how our friendship would go if we weren't separated by circumstances. Times with them were gold and I'm treasuring it. I am even wishing for more of it. Haysss, we can only reminisce and revisit the past. We can no longer live there. We need to move forward.

So, whatever season you are now. Wherever place you are, whoever people you are with, please do savor the moment and don't be in a hurry to move on and be in the place you want to be. Live in the moment and enjoy. Take your time.

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Thanks for reading. Until next time.