Moving out

This is the view I've been waking up to (or at least when my sister isn't in town) for the past 2 years. Once in a while, a batallion of security guards jog along Leviste St.  I could never make out what they scream while jogging but its sometimes so loud that I can hear it in my dream. And every weekend, I watch weekend shoppers come, go, linger, and lurk at the Salcedo Market. Even if its raining elephants, people still actually go. Except me. It's ironic because I live so close to it and I've only been there twice or thrice. On another window, there's the view of the tennis court of Makati Sports Club. Every Friday morning, a bunch of Koreans have lessons on the right most court and in the evening, all courts are taken over by frustrated Nadals and Sharapovas for multiple games of singles and doubles. Unfortunately, I will no longer have that view because we've moved out of that building the other day.  I never realized I had so much junk stored in my room until I set aside all my shnazz last Thursday. We'll be moving to another condo down the street. We hope to settle in the new place in a month, hopefully earlier. In the meantime, we're back living in the `burbs. It's so quiet.