The Condo

On our way home last night, my mom asked me, "Where do you want the condo? Makati or Ortigas?"

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what she was pertaining too.

"Depende kung saan ka magtatarabaho. Makati or Ortigas?", dad buts in.

I was silent.

"Sabihin mo na ngayon para maayos na namin habang maaga pa.", mom tells me.

"Eh. Find me work abroad!"

From there, it went downhill. My mom really wants me to stay here. She told me to stay for a year more to gain experience and shit. She just can't accept that I'm leaving. The condo is the bribe to make me stay. It would really be better to have a condo than to stay at our house which is really far from civilization.

Makes me wonder: Why am I going to give up the "good" life for something so uncertain like living alone abroad? Growth, I say.