There’s No Place Like Home

I have been spending my weekends with my boyfriend’s family lately. I like it here. Maybe because I don’t feel alone. I won’t have to be in my solitude, in my little room for 2 days. I have someone to chat with and laugh with even if it would mean I won’t have to get enough sleep on my rest days. There are things you need to sacrifice sometimes, to be happy. LOL!

But then, even if I am with someone else’s family, I still can’t help but think about my folks back in the province. I haven’t been home for months now. I terribly miss my family. I don’t even know how they now look like. I haven’t seen any new pictures of my Mom and brothers in Facebook. The last time I talked to my younger brother over the phone, he told me my Mom had already recovered from being sick and that they’re alright now including my nephew, Brandon who seem to be growing up pretty fast. Except for our older brother who’s on Police training right now. He’s lost a lot of weight. The training must have been so intense. I worry about him sometimes.

I miss spending time with my relatives, especially with Lainy and her familly. Her Mom’s house is always my first stop whenever I come home. I like it when Tita Rose prepare my favorite “kinilaw na isda” (ceviche) and have fun chatting with her while Lainy pops in the kitchen to take a rest from her online chores and join our conversation. And then later on, in the evening, jam with Kuerdas Band on their gigs. Just thinking about that make me feel like going home right now.

I wish I have enough money so I can be with them whenever I want. I haven’t even had my homecoming scheduled this year yet. I’m keeping an eye on the PromoFare by Cebu Pacific. I hope I can get a cheap plane ride back home.

For now, I will have to content myself with the family that I have here in Manila. Thanks to my friends who care enough to not make me feel lonesome and even make me feel like I’m home, somehow.

But still, there’s no place like home, isn’t it?