A Kumori tart, a Tous Les Jours cream cheese bread, a tea, a coffee, a white round table, a breakfast wherein we take in and we pour out words and memories that are part of us in a not–so–distant past.
“My greatest nightmare is realizing I hadn’t reviewed for the day’s final exam,” I shared with Jaycelle along with a dream I had last night.
“I remember in college arriving at class with a minute left in the period,” I said proudly.
“I remember cutting classes because I was a minute late. All or nothing at all,” Jaycelle said proudly.
Anecdotes that tell opposing values yet cement our togetherness.
Our conversation branched out into a timeline somewhere in 2007 when we were becoming friends and lovers.
It was melancholic—the act of rearranging the dining table to make space for our lipat–bahay boxes. I knew the sky felt the same in its grayish loom. The air that enveloped our little home was already different—at least for me because Bryce at the living room seemed to be enjoying his regular fire-chuck and peace–car YouTube shows.
A year ago, when we chose East Raya to be our first home as a family of three, Jaycelle and I also rearranged the dining table before anything else. We put a white doily–like table cloth underneath the rectangular glass and it instantly made the place feel more like home. The arrangement and the look had our touch.
This feeling—was it because I was alone doing the “undoing”? I updated Jaycelle with a picture of the messy house—a disarray that was certain of the move that we’ve been preparing for. On a lighter side, I was relieved of every thing that I get to single out in a big black trash bag. It was like weight off your shoulders when you finally dispose of those things that had been lingering with you for a year yet didn’t get to be used.
We can live without these, I thought.
In two days, the living room and kitchen were suctioned off into boxes neatly arranged by the door–waiting in a day or two to finally get out. I cleaned up each area as I emptied them—leaving less work for the unit owner and ultimately getting back most of our initial rent deposit.
We’re still halfway through packing and I’m excited of film–wrapping furniture and filling–in boxes in a Tetris–like manner.
But mostly, in making another page into a new chapter in our book of adventures.
Looks like decades ago when Ira, our beloved niece, scribbled on a piece of paper her fondness of Baby Bryce. It might be that our baby was still inside Jaycelle’s tummy and Ira was so excited to meet him or Bryce was already our—interacting and playing with his cousin.
Looking at this picture, I couldn’t help but remember my own several pictures of dancing when I was three years old. My dad and kuya were the ones who always reminded me that when the White Horse song came up, I would dance.
Bryce, on the other hand, makes me look like a kid in front of the teevee only aspiring to be a dancer – he, the one busting the moves in a dance show audition.
Saturdays are errand days. We went to Pasig Palengke to get some veggies for our daily juicing routine. The bulk of food we buy are enough for three days – with twice-a-day produce – one in the morning and one in the evening.
From 2007 to 2018 and on – a feat only you and I were to carry. We shuffled, we tangoed; and now, it is us three. We give and take – in the process, it is love that we make. I am grateful for you, my everdearest.