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Back in the day, it was rare for a twenty-something to leave the nest and go off on their own. I used to live in Fairview, Quezon City, 20+ kilometers away from where I was working and public commuting was one of the worst during that time. It would usually take an hour and a half for the bus to arrive in Makati and I would still have an hour to spare for breakfast. Going home was a different story altogether and I usually ran out of books to read from my small library.

Working in the creative department of an ad agency, I realized that sleep and rest were a luxury I couldn't do without. So, when I had enough money saved, and the confidence to actually pull it off, I told my mom and dad that I was planning to live away from the house and closer to where I was working.

Mom wasn't so keen on it, but you know how mothers are, right? As much as I love my mom, she's one of the reasons why I always come up with excuses not to stay too long in their house. I'm already obsessive-compulsive, thanks to her, but I still get irritated when she insists on visiting my place. But this blog isn't just going to tell you how to avoid such circumstances.

I've had my share of living alone for more than 10 years. I've moved five times during that period of time, living with a group of people, living with my sister and my mom, again, and going back to living alone. From Quezon City, to Makati City and now to Mandaluyong City. From sharing a place with friends, renting my own space and to finally getting a place of my own. And what you'll find here are some of the things I've learned, passed down from obsessive-compulsive parents or picked-up from other weary travelers who have finally settled in their own nests.

To everyone, welcome home.