This past few days, I have been trying to look for old photos ever since a single old picture of me came out of nowhere. It is addicting, visiting old sites and friend's profiles, hoping that a piece of my history is found.
I was flooded with memories from years ago, with old friends - some of whom I have never seen again.
Looking at old photos, I wondered. In Baguio I wanted a fast paced life. I wanted to be where everyone was. Now that I have been living as a Manileno, I miss the slow paced Baguio life - when afternoons where spent drinking coffee and with friends and weekends are spent dancing the night away.
I told a good friend about possibly going back home. She said she wished me luck, and that if it makes me happy, I should follow my heart.
But then again, I followed my heart, and I found myself working in Makati and living in Taguig. If you ask me right now if I am happy, I would say I am. But there is something missing.
For now, I would just look for old pictures. I'd cross the bridge when I get there.
One of Those Days
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It’s one of those days when you feel like you ought to be doing something
but don’t really have the drive to move. It has been alternately rainy and
sun...
3 weeks ago
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