back home

It was harvest time when I made this trip home. Colored dots scattered in the golden rice fields as farmers piled the season’s yield. Ducks abound other fields being prepped for the next planting. I’ve seen the scene a lot of times. Something’s quite different this time, I just don’t know what or how.

This is the first time I’m going home after the two-week solitary confinement. There’s a lot of things I want to do, to share, and to experience with the family. The solitary confinement provided an opportunity to reflect (since I’ve watched all the movies and shows there was to watch in my movie archive). That, and the recent conversations I had with the sisters.

The appreciation for the family has increased greatly in the past month and so has the attempts to communicate and spend time with them. I guess this is one of the advantages of experiencing chicken pox. Having a lot of forced free time does make one reflect about a lot of things. Somehow, things feel lighter, more manageable, and better – way better.

I feel like I’ve been worrying about a lot of things which aren’t as difficult as I perceived them to be. Most of these, I don’t even recall why I even worry about.

When I made the decision to go home, I planned to experience summer – beach, sun, and walks. I wanted to experience “summer” before the new academic year starts. When I entered Albay, all I wanted was to be home, a few meters away from the Oldies.

Awkward starts for a conversation, redundant topics, topics I don’t really have to know or things I’m not interested in – it doesn’t matter. I just want to be there and have some conversation with the father, the second sister, and the aunts. I didn’t know how they were doing. Months would pass without a call or text message from me. Calls would always come from them.

These past days, I took in all I can. The father still scrimping on a new bulb, one aunt enduring a (slightly) ant infested mattress, another aunt enduring the sister, the other aunt forgetful as always, and the second sister insisting her ideas be implemented in the house, which is basically the main event in the house of late. There’s afternoon entre cuatro card games in the kitchen that usually ends when one of the players (that would be the father) lose their patience with the forgetful aunt.

One of the parakeets now growing back its feathers (at last!), the African parrot doing well with the new female partner, and the father’s unofficial pet cat now has a female kitten.

So far, everything seems normal.

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Destination: Naga City Day 3 of 3

Walking in the past nine am sun along a city main road makes you hate why you have to wear a jacket and jogging pants to cover the marks in the arms and legs courtesy of the chicken pox. The walk to the terminal to purchase tickets then back to the hotel was a test of my ability to cross the road – with or without the pedestrian lane. I did poorly. Still alive, though. No injuries. A few irritated drivers maybe.

It was time to go home after lunch. I’m a province (and a lot of towns) away from my hometown. It me about five hours to reach home. Left Naga at 1:30 pm. Arrived in Bacacay at about six in the evening. It was dark when I arrived. Good thing I was in time for dinner. Over dinner, something seemed different with this group of people I’ve been calling family. I’m still figuring out in what way things were different. I just knew things were better.

The most important thing I got from the Naga trip (aside from added pounds from all the food consumed) was the value of family – spending as much time as one can with them.

Destination: Naga City Day 2 of 3

The thing about being in a new place, there’s a lot of food to try 😀

I was supposed to have breakfast at the lobby of the inn. When I saw the prices, I opted to talk a walk and scout for other possibilities. Turned in a corner and then another and then crossed the road. I found myself wondering in the Centro in the jogging pants and shirt I slept in. My hair, well, it’s being its normal self – defiantly bouncing as I make my way to Bigg’s, hoping it was open at about 7am. I wasn’t sure if it was open so I had to circle the mini plaza to check if there were customers inside. Ignored Jollibee, McDonalds, and Chowking and delightedly went inside Bigg’s.

Now this was how Sunday mornings should be spent – with chocolate cake and a shake 😀 I couldn’t decide on what to eat for breakfast so I had a snack. Had breakfast later that morning 😀

The rest of Day 2 in Naga City was about home cooked dishes – plus the project we were working on, of course 😀 The food was great! Nothing beats home cooking especially if you live by the fastfood and carinderia diet.

Destination: Naga City Day 1 of 3

After eight hours of travel, we arrived in Naga City for an important personal project. I realized I never really got to take in the Centro during the last trip here.

I realized how incapacitated I am with directions and mapping places. I’ve spent about three night in this city during my first stay. It took me a second visit to figure out that SM Naga was the mall beside the Central Terminal.

I can barely recall what happened during Day 1 of 3 for this project. We went to a lot of interesting places and enjoyed the roads of Naga in Ma’am Cla’s charming pink Volkswagen. I knew I was glad to be out of Elbi and thrilled to be in the hometown of Ma’am Cla – and that I ran on a full stomach most of the day. Felt like pig on judgement day. Major food trip.

First night in Naga and I’m dead to the world.

specificity

Asked for a sign. Got it. Hating it.

I really believe in that someone/thing that keeps everything in order. Call it fate, destiny, father, or god. I asked for something and it did give me the sign I asked for. Why did I not ask for the sign I hoped for? Why did I not specify which sign I wanted to see? Simple, stupidity.  It gave me what I asked for. It was my fault for not specifying what I was asking for.

Fate does have a sense of humor.