The bahay kubo was the first house of Filipinos back then. It is a Philippine icon and it represents the Filipino culture. It can often be seen in the provinces and near farms. I grew up in this kind of house and lived in this quiet place with my family friends and my father's farm animals. It is made of local materials, its walls are usually made of wood, bamboo, kogon, pawid and the roof is made of nipa or anahaw leaves. I thought Province Life is boring life when i was a kid
This is bahay kubo looks like
(Credit to the owner of the photo: from Pinterest )
I have a short story for you. I really grew up in this lifestyle, In a hut BAHAY KUBO, in a rice field farm and there is also a sea nearby. We have neighbours next door that we only saw them during vacations because they lived and studied in Manila. Their skin is lighter as if it has never been exposed to the sun. I always play with their youngest daughter and he always told me about Manila. According to her Manila is very beautiful and there are many beautiful places to visit such as malls and parks and some huge building. I was so amaze that time and want to go and see it. Maybe people living there are happy and really enjoy life. Maybe if I live there im going to be happy too than here in a very quiet and boring farm. That's what I was thinking at that time One day my aunt took me to Manila for vacation, because I really wanted to see Manila and I am happy that finally i will see it. YES, there are many beautiful lights and the huge buildings here are really impressive. I had fun and I really enjoyed Manila when I was little girl . first time is always fun, right? But it makes me think about the people I meet while my aunt and I are walking on the road. I noticing that people there It's like they're chasing time and rushing. They look unhappy. But I didn't pay attention to them, because I was enjoying the manila. I dreamed of working and living in this place. This is the happiest thing that will happen in my life if it comes true. THAT WAS REALLY MY DREAM WHEN I WAS A CHILD and it did come to a point in my life where I had to work. I still chose Manila because you know it's my childhood dream . And that time I understood everything, as we grow older, Thats why the people I used to meet on the road are no longer happy, Problem Anxiety Depression, lack of money, abuse discrimination etc . I don't know what they feel, but what I do know is that when we get older, it's like we get sadder and sadder everyday. even though you are in front of the beautiful building and illuminated sightseeing here in Manila. For someone who is going through problems, I cannot suggest Manila. Manila is too noisy for someone with a problematic mind.
It's just nice to be back in the province , back in our BAHAY KUBO at least here even if there are problems, it's quiet, fresh air and your mind can really relax. The province is still the best place to retire So now when I see a KUBO in the farm. The simple life and fun in the farm comes back to my memory. I was happy to experience that life when I was young. This is the most cherished story of my life. The story of my childhood in BAHAY KUBO.
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