Going back,
rediscovering your roots, reliving the life you once lived, make me realize a
lot of things - how simple my problems were, that even the smallest of things
can make me happy, that I have not been in-touch with the people I used to love
hanging out with, that places my friends and I used to go are now packed with
unfamiliar faces; that through time, I have turned into a stranger to a place I
once claimed my own.
In my hotel room, while
packing my clothes up, I thought to myself, "tomorrow, I am back to the
real world; that when the plane touches down and passengers start to disembark,
I will again have to ride that shuttle to the train station, hail for a cab to
take me home, with the hope that I won't have to go to the negotiation part
with a driver who never seems to be content with what's shown on the taxi
meter.
I got off the cab,
walked towards the gate, reached for the lock and opened it.
In my room, I thought to
myself again, "nakakapanibago...." Just as I was about to go to sleep
I realized, "Even though I love the life that I am living now, I surely
miss the life I had before."
April 27, 2010
10:24 p.m.
Quezon City
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