Home sweet home.
Yup. I am definitely home. Been more or less than a month since I last came home here in Batangas. Yeah, it’s kinda OA ‘cause the typical college student who studies far from home never came back within a semester or so. But hey, I ain’t like that.
At home, I hear the loudest talks, the “pinakamagulong” conversations, the noisiest barks of dogs, the screams of every person living in this house.
At home, I often hold a broom rather than a pen. I often wash the dishes rather than my clothes. I often watch my neices and nephews and sister fight, yell at each other, and other things a child does rather than sit and watch a movie over and over again.
At home, I seldom leave the house instead of being in the house lesser time than out.
But what makes being home and being in Manila the same, is that I still live in with my family. Yes, I don’t get homesick. Laging may pagkain. Hahahahah
They only differ on the amount of time I’ve been home, and the air that I breathe.
Yes, this blog has been made after months or even years from the last one. This blog is mainly about my drama, that’s all. :))