asking too much

August 13, 2010

I’ve been looking for a house nearer school or office for the past year already. My travel time in a day takes about 4 to 5 hours. Yeah, it’s like I’m going home to the province everyday. Finally, my father had found an old 2nd-floor apartment which is just 30 minutes away from school and is within my budget. It isn’t fancy at all, but at least I could live conveniently, and at least an hour less from my travel time.

 

So, even if I hadn’t seen the place, I was already excited to transfer. I was already thinking of bringing my college sofa bed and study table or perhaps buy mattress for my cousins whenever they visit. The prospect that I could already let my little cousins stay in my apartment makes me happy. My old apartment is just a little studio type, so there isn’t any place for sleep overs.

 

Much to my dismay, my mother disapproves of the place. Totally, if I may add. She hadn’t even seen the place, and yet she despised it already. She has dozens of reasons why she doesn’t want to live there. Since the time she got sick, she’s always in a state of paranoia, thinking of the most negative things that could happen. On my part, I have dozens of reasons to move there, but how could I just ignore my mother’s objections, especially now that she’s sick?

 

All my excitements are all turning into frustrations. And it feels like, am I asking too much?