I think I must have been born for the cold climate. When we were staying in Bulacan, my brain is what can only be called heat-oppressed. I cannot think properly, I moved slower than usual, and I missed a couple of meetings that I should have gone to because being outside the house for very long simply decimates me. It’s just two years since we moved here to the cold city but I am already embracing it fully. I cannot imagine living anywhere other than Baguio now, try as I might. We might be far away from most of our friends and families when we chose to live here, but it is something I am willing to be used to.
Paulie (and his mom and dad) wants us to move back, to their house, of all places. I love his mom, but I know how hard it is to live under the roof with relatives (as Paulie also knows very well). Plus the subdivision where they live (where we used to live) is not exactly the kind of place that I want Svet to be exposed to. Plus there’s the heat, which is the biggest factor. Every time we go to Bulacan, I appreciate Baguio’s cold even more. I know several of you think I’m already overacting, but try living here and then experiencing the heat of the lowlands from time to time, and I am sure you’ll agree with me.
What’s sad is that the heat gets worse by the day. I wonder how much more people can take. Mother Nature is really making us feel the effects of our irresponsibility.