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 ...