Revamp

It's been a while since I updated the look of this blog. I'm sure that so much more could be done with it but I find myself contented with how it appears presently. I woke up early today. It was an entirely pleasant thing to be woken up by a gentle breeze, the delightful chirping of birds, and the gentle warmth of the sun on my face. I sit in my little corner after fixing up my bed and lighting up a tea candle beneath the little bowl where I placed a few drops of vanilla oils and some water.

I sit quietly as I watch the comings and goings of my brother and my cousins. They do, after all, have to make their daily stop in my bathroom for their morning ablutions. My bathroom having the only working heater (for now) puts the pressure that my room must always be orderly. Mahirap na. Baka may masabi pa diba? I thank my cousin Joanne for lending me some splendid curtains for my room. She also took the time to arrange things that met the approval of the uncles.

There must be some distinct pleasure for her in arranging the little and big things. Suffice to say that this entry's tone is much affected by my reading of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. (Thank you, Caleb for getting me a copy! I'll treasure it most dearly.) It has been a while since I've just sat down, stared out the window, and reflected upon my life. I daresay that my life so far has been a far pleasant affair despite the conundrums that have occurred thus far. Right now I'm just leaning against my favorite wall, with my eyes closed, listening to my father's voice as he converses with my elder brother downstairs. The architecture of this house was done in such a way that the family could contact each other quite easily. I suppose there is much to be desired with regard to the family's privacy; it being so easily accessible to anyone who would place their eyes upon the catwalk.

No matter. This house has been in the family for years and years. It has certainly seen a huge chunk of the drama that has unfolded through the years. Oh, if only these walls could talk! What secrets would they share?

Last night, the family gathered to read grandmother's last will and testament. It was certainly...intense. To be sure, the Hodreals are a dynamic bunch. They could never be in one place too long without tempers flaring or there be an issue being born. I am thankful to be part of the new generation wherein communication is no problem. All the cousins certainly go out of their way to reach out and talk to each other. We've certainly done our share in getting along.

I find myself truly fortunate despite everything. I have come out stronger from all my trials. I find myself to be in a precious scenario where I love passionately and am loved quite equally in return.

Things can only get better from here.