Late Buses and Meerkats

They say Home is where the Heart is. So what if your heart’s all over the place? I’ve been home since August, but these past few weeks I’ve been suddenly feeling a bit homesick.

I miss my life in Manila. Mostly I just really miss my sister, my cousin, Justin and my friends (not so much the pollution and the traffic). I miss the anonymity and that feeling that you get when you’re in a big city where you feel like you can just go anywhere and do anything you feel like doing. I miss the bookstores (I know I’m such a geek but I do. I really really do miss the books). I miss the craziness that is Manila. But I know that if I decide to move back  and do the jobhunt thing again I’ll just end up bored and frustrated, and all the motivation high from the past months will just be for nothing.

The thing about me being here in Davao is I’m really starting to see a future for me business-wise here. There’s just a lot of things that I can do here. When I look at the Davao market and the food business I imagine a nest of baby birds hungrily waiting for the mother to bring them their worms. I know. Not the kind of analogy you want to relate with food, but you see my point right? Just pretend that you do. I’m not writing this for your benefit anyway, I just really really need to rant.

I was shopping with my mom for groceries today after we went to mass and I suddenly had this genius idea of opening my own food kiosk. I even went to Customer Service to inquire. That’s how inspired I am career-wise.

My personal life on the other hand, however, is a whole different story. I love the fact that I’m here with my family, and I do love my friends here, but oftentimes I just really feel as if there’s something missing. Maybe I just really miss my Manila family–real and adoptive. There will always be a part of me that I know only they can understand and appreciate.

I miss traveling. Ever since I started reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, I’ve been feeling restless (like I always do, after I stay at one place for too long). It’s been a while since I last traveled abroad, and my recently renewed passport has been crying from disregard since I got it last April. Traveling helps me break free from the sometimes monotony of my life, and right now I just really need to break free. I miss the freedom it gives me. I miss my freedom. That probably is ultimately it. My freedom. I miss her. I miss her and the craziness of it all.