The one that got away. The what if; the almost but not quite. So for the first time this week, I saw the condo we were supposed to own nearing the end of its construction phase. Lol.
I mentioned Salcedo Skysuites in my earlier post "From Tondo to Nuvali" as the first property we considered buying before we saw and fell in love with our Nuvali home. But like an ex-lover haunting you from the past to your present, I caught a glimpse of the Megaworld condo and felt a light jab on my heart.
It was supposed to be home, had I not feared the finances that it required.
For years (meaning since 2007), I've always imagined myself living in a skyscraper. I've used to tease my late father into buying me a studio unit (of course he wouldn't and didn't) so I can have coffee while reading books and overlooking the city skyline. Yes, I couldn't have been more urban growing up. My father died in 2008 but I know he was proud when I got my first condo unit in Manila with my sister. It had the most amazing view considering the part of Metro Manila we were in. Things happened and I ended up in another condo in Makati CBD. So it seemed natural for me to want another condominium unit as my forever home with my ex-boyfriend-now-husband.
Apart from the light jab in my heart, I also felt relieved after seeing the building. It hit me. It emphasized how much I've changed. I liked living in a box where I only need to take an elevator to reach the nearest 7-11. I liked cleaning a small space. I liked looking out on the balcony for evening view (Philippines is prettier at night when the dirty streets are concealed by poor road lights, lol).
And boy, things indeed have transformed me in the last three years.
After seeing how narrow the building is, after seeing how cramped the street was, after seeing how lifeless the nearest park was in the morning, it dawned on me that indeed, we are at a better place. Farther but better. Not much bigger, but breathing fresher air.
Of course, I told my husband later that day the state of what could have been our home sweet home. "Things happen for a reason," he said. Thing is, I don't usually buy that. An example would be when a person fails and his friends comfort him with "things happen for a reason," my evil mind responds "and the reason is you, loser."
True or not, the universe did its job on ensuring I don't regret and end up selling what I've bought. It could be God, or whoever higher power you believe in, but the things that happened in between were beyond me. More importantly, the place we live in now can be improved, but it fits us like a glove. All is well, indeed.
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