Dispatches by Adrian Conoza

One of my many realizations from this pandemic, and the most striking among them, is that I am indeed growing up, and I need a personal space. In other words, there's a pressing need for me to have my own place to stay. I'll make it more straightforward: Soon I'll be needing to move out, and that won't likely be when I finally tie the knot with someone.  While I've been getting along more with my parents during this quarantine, I cannot deny my realization that the house seems to be too big for three people. What once was a good place for five people and several dogs has grown out, intending to be a place just suitable for a couple in the near future.  Really, I has been just fine for me staying in my hometown even if I work in the metropolis and commute for some hours going there and back. It saves money, and also some worries about food, internet connection, and even missing cable television. I even enjoy riding on a point-to-point bus from doing some coverage in

In my first Dispatch from Home, I wrote that ' Quarantine Necessitates Routin e '. So far, as I wrestled with the adjustments and inconveniences in the past months, I was able to get into a routine, which could be simplified into starting up, breakfast, doing work/or anything I got interested to do (after watching reruns of Game KNB? on Jeepney TV), lunch, continuing my work/recereation, dinner, watching Shark Tank on Techstorm and a vlog on YouTube, then folding up to rest. Each day has been passing by quickly enough, and this makes me realize that I should really be making most of my time. One of the best way for me to do this, I concluded, is to have an early wake up. I've managed to fix my wake up from a very late 8 or 9 to a decent 7 or 7:30. But my dream wake up is 6:00. I could wake up at 6, but GETTING UP is so hard to do often. Why 6? For one thing, my parents are rarely awake at those times. I find it great to be an early bird. But more primarily, so that I coul