Well, it’s Monday morning here in the Philippines. I hope that everybody had a good weekend. I know that I did! On Saturday morning, I had some work to do, and after I got up, I took my laptop into the office, hooked it to all of my desktop peripherals and sat down to work. It was still morning, so it was cool in my office, at least I felt cool. I put the ceiling fan on, but left the air conditioner off. I rarely feel the need for air conditioning in the morning, at least until mid-morning when it starts to heat up outside. I generally leave the windows in my office open overnight, and by morning it is quite cool in there.
As I sat there, getting ready to do some work that I was behind on, I was thinking. Life has sure become different from how it was when I lived in the States. I noticed a lot of different things on Saturday morning as I pondered the thought.
Firstly, sitting there in my office with the windows open, I couldn’t help but hear all the work being done next door. The house next door was recently sold, and is being converted to a school, a Montessori Pre-school. There are plenty of workmen modifying the house, the yard and just about everything there. It’s rather loud. People hammering, cutting, radio going, general sounds of a construction area. Yet, I was sitting there at my desk with the windows open, all of these sounds hitting me, and I was still concentrating on my work. Oh my, how different this was from living in the States. Houses there are further apart, and not as noisy as you would expect a house in the Philippines to be. Here, noise is a constant. Somehow, I have adjusted to it. It can still be irritating, but not like it was to me before. If it was too irritating, I could have closed the windows, maybe put on some soft music, and probably muted out the sounds from next door almost entirely. Yet, I didn’t do that. I just enjoyed the clean, fresh air blowing in the windows, and ignored the construction noise.
After a while, I decided to make a cup of coffee. I have a pot to boil water in my office, and a selection of coffee beans that I can use to make coffee. Another thing that I have near to my coffee making area is a thermometer on the wall of my office. I glanced at it, and it was 84F degrees in my office. That’s about 29C. I felt it was a bit chilly. Not cold, but certainly not warm either. The breeze blowing through the windows, combined with the air movement caused by the ceiling fan made me feel quite comfortable. If the breeze picked up a bit, I could feel a bit of a chill on my skin. After glancing at the thermometer, I realized that if it was 80+ degrees in my house when I was in the States, I’d be sweating. I would be very uncomfortable. Yet, here I was comfortable, slightly chilled in fact. What a change! I wonder how I’d feel if I lived in the States again, especially during winter.
As a few hours passed, and I had pretty much completed my work in my office, my mind continued to wander, thinking of changes that I’ve experienced in my life. A thought came to me about my work life in the States. On the last job that I held before coming to the Philippines, I worked 12 hour shifts. It was a job where I had to be on pretty constant alert, always pay attention to what was going on. Now, I work if I want to. And, to even call what I do “work” is a bit of a misnomer. I mean, generally work is that I write a few articles for my websites. I have a cup of coffee or a glass of juice. If I get the desire to surf to a few websites to see what is going on, that’s part of my work. It is certainly a lot more relaxed and a lot less stressful than what I came from. No doubt there. What a nice change in my life.
Later in the day, Feyma and I were watching a movie on our TV set in the bedroom. I turned on the air conditioning. After about 5 minutes, I felt too cold, so I turned it off. Ah, it made me think more about the thoughts I had in the morning regarding temperature adjustment. One thing I hear from a lot of foreigners who come to visit Davao is that they feel they could never adjust to the weather here. Believe me, you do adjust, though. I know that I use the air conditioning a lot less now than I used to.
You know, life is good. Changes keep things interesting. Living in the Philippines, even after 9 years, there is something new almost every day for me to discover and learn more about. I’m happy with where my life is now. How about you?