Moving In and Moving On

I spent the night at our new home for the first time last night. It is the new home that represents my family's new life without the painful baggage of my good-for-nothing father. So much has happened in the past 3 years. A lot of it was drama only fit for a primetime teleserye. I remember thinking how insane it was that something I can only watch on television can actually happen in real life. Grabe! I thought things like that can not possibly ever happen to people like me and my family. It was just wrong. I mean it was just like life immitating art - or is it the other way around?

I am very happy that finally that chapter is closed. We are moving on. Still, I was surprised to have a moment last night where I felt sympathy for my estranged father. Imagine waking up one morning and your family is gone. Does he feel remorse? Does he feel regret? Does he finally understand the error of his ways? The answers to such questions will remain a mystery for now. I choose to move forward and never look back. After all, it is still my world. I decide how it looks like from my perspective. And the view looks good.