(Courtesy baguio.gov.ph)
Raindrops falling today after lunch, then suddenly I miss the mountain I called home for 11 years…
I might be away from the place for eight years already but my heart still beats and longs for it.
Yes, I am in my hometown as of now, a hometown where I was born but I am away from the place I really called home which is also the place where I am an official citizen.
Going back to my hometown is really great as I’ve been with our family again but I am still longing for the place where I can truly be myself and at my best.
I thought the adjustment period is over but every time I felt loneliness and emptiness, I am still longing to be in that place again (I already went to the place two times already this year). I am still longing to that place where I truly belong.
I am not saying that I don’t belong here in my birth place. I love my home city of Cabanatuan, I love the people and they love me too more than I love them, I love the weather and the food, and a lot of things to love here BUT there is something that still bothers me.
What is it?
NOTHING! I just want to go back to my real HOME…
The mountain of BAGUIO CITY!
I hope to see you soon and let’s work together once again and produce the most fruits when we’re TOGETHER!
I love you Cabanatuan and Cabanatueños but I really miss the mountain I called my HOME...
Baguio City, I SHALL RETURN!
Brave Heart Kid's Journal 