Moved

Written: February 11, 2007



Officially as of yesterday, since transferring from the house of the Crazy Chihuahuas into La Casa De Leah, I could already say, in the span of over three years living in Cebu I have again slid to take shelter under my fourth roof. In my latest sanctuary I seem to find an air of peace and feeling of home in tidbits. I love the neighborhood and the company at home. Ah, company! And this time I mean another human being.


The only warning though is that, well, for my resolution, losing those unwanted gained pounds may be a little difficult, not only because Leah’s mother is some cook, to speak of, but to resist her cuisine with which you cannot at just the smell of it…go tell the dead marines! I confess. I kind of over ate. Forgive me.


I was packing my stuff the night before, in between text messaging my best friend, and my life flashed before me. In about one thousand one hundred and fifty seven days approximately, I have been moving in and moving out and have not really moved in the real sense of the word. Imagine yourself, actually doing the activity over and over again, and not eventually living it up to its original essence. And as I delved in to recall these events in my young life, I have come to the realization that perhaps the reason why there was never an end to my pathetic search for meaning is because I never really began the search in the first place.


What am I looking forward to anyway? Somebody once mentioned I may have found my niche here; then again it may have just been an understatement lest a mistaken confirmation or judgment. Just to manage misconceptions in this light or any more misses, let me just say this once and reiterate it, I love Cebu. If there was ever a place on the face of the Earth I would like to live in it is here. I remember traveling here the first time with my elder brother John on their ship’s route to this part of the Philippines, when I told myself Cebu was one place I can hold residence and not regret it next to home. That first time I set afoot for an overnight stay at the Queen City of the South, I immediately fell in love with it.


But Cebu is just not the place where my type of destiny can actually allow the rod to stir my coffee. For that over a thousand days of being here…and still just here…not an inch of elevation…is enough to tell me that my jungle is still out there. This realization did not take me just one full moon but an eclipse which ushered forth some mature convictions leading me now into the light at the end of the tunnel. I am headed for my pot of gold and my rainbow is not carpeted anywhere near my comfort zone.


On New Year’s Day I was standing beside my best friend by the window watching the Ortigas fireworks, and those colorful fire crackers danced before me in flickers that were like beautiful shots developed from a camera; those that you can actually hold a whole week’s exhibit at the National Museum.


I am making the biggest move of my life. This is one that will mark the renaissance of a goal which has long hibernated in its slumber; a dream about to awaken. There will be no elaborations as to its timelines, except it is forthcoming…very soon, to which the foundation is on the verge of building to a commencement synonymous to NOW.


I tell my best of friends, “It pays to be lost in your wilderness to find what you are really looking for…it is what makes searching and moving worth the while.”


I have already started walking, unless you care to join me in my journey, you are free to watch me prance or eat my dust.



Copyright ©2007 Theren Alexander