My one and only personal space

It hit me. I only got just one, just one corner in this world where I can safely say mine. And it's my share of a huge dresser that Uncle Bengchie - who used to be my landlord but he no longer takes my payment for staying and asked me to call him uncle so it's really confusing - bought for the three of us (another housemate). I will tell you more about my house arrangement, housemates, etc here in Surigao maybe another time.

Like a gypsy. That's me. 

Basically, I have no room of my own in Butuan (I sleep in the living room with my siblings), and where I put my stuffs in our house is in a tiny shelf of the hanging cabinet my parents got installed in their room. There's no door on it. Everytime I change is each time I get pissed. There are times when I come home and find my stuffs moved or something is missing or it just looks like it's been attacked by a hurricane. 

That makes me feel sad. The place I feel most at home, I got no space.

Don't get me wrong. It's always been like that in our home. You have to hustle. You have to just let things be enough. I basically grew up fighting my siblings for a side in a bed. I grew up being okay with getting to have what my older sister previously had. Probably because we're such a huge family and I'm rarely home these days my family just takes it for granted. It was okay, it was enough while I was still at home but having been to other place made me realize that I could have something better. I'm only saying that sometimes you get surrounded by people who do you things you never expected. They don't have to be your blood. They don't owe you anything. But I don't know. I just don't know. I get to be a friend to some of the most wonderful people on this planet. And I've been so lucky these past three years there's no word for it. So each time I feel like I'm being unfortunate all it takes is a look around. I'm one lucky b*tch. Even if I just have a third of a dresser for a space.