revisiting our ancestral home

I have a certain fascination about old things and there’s nothing I love more than going to an antique shop, garage sale or flea market. The hunt is what’s amazing. The thrill of it. The excitement that comes with finding something so beautiful amongst dusty shelves and piles.

Last Thursday we went to visit our ancestral home in Batangas. It has been years since the last time I went there so you can imagine my excitement at seeing the house we spent summer vacations for so many years. Too bad the house isn’t the same. It’s close to becoming dilapidated. It’s dusty. The shiny floor we used to walk on are now dull and lifeless. The furniture pieces obviously lack the much needed care. The ceiling is close to falling. In other words, it was no longer the home I remembered during my childhood. It’s a shame no one made an effort to maintain the property.

But knowing myself, I didn’t let that ruin my day or our trip especially when I got to see some lovely things…

antique china