Moving Out
Supposedly there was another typhoon through here but it never so much as raised the winds.
Only a few more weeks and I’m outta this house. Damn thing’s falling apart and the landlord stops speaking english every time I tried mentioning it. SO screw him, I quit telling him and will just quietly move out a few weeks early and let him deal with an entire foundation issue he could have fixed 2 months ago with bolting.
It’ll be nice to be back down on the beach for a while. No more chickens/roosters squawking all day and night. It’s Boracay… not a farm. No more 20 minutes sounds of pigs in their slaughtering death throes. No more screeching old lady sounds from downstairs. No more dogs barking all night. No more random animal-poop on the porch. No more nosey neighbors. No more trudging uphill in the dark thru the jungle and mud. No more bullshit rumor mill about who’s fucking who and where has so-and-so gone?”. Finally… some privacy.
And back to being within 10 meters of the water from my front door… A door that opens on the beach.
