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No pictures were taken as I left Dipolog and my family. I don’t want to hold false pretenses in my memory bank. I don’t want to smile gladly at the camera’s flash when all I want is to be at one corner, alone, like that Silent Kid in Kindergarten. I don’t want to leave the place…
…but I need to.
I wonder now what my love ones are doing back in their normal lives. After one week of welcoming me back into their system, they will have to return to the normal process of contact - hearing my voice over the phone, viewing uploaded pictures at Friendster, non-stop texting of kamustahans and missing yous. Yes, much like what an OFW family normally does.
If only Dipolog was relocated to Laguna or Makati be a two-hour ride away from the Boulevard. If only vacation leaves be accommodated weekly and work pressures be reduced to the regular Monday to Friday, eight to five work schedules. If only meeting them was as easy as answering a pop quiz in Facebook: “Find out what City you want to be in now?”
DIPOLOG CITY!
Oh, well. There’s nothing I can do except than to wait for cold December breeze to bring me back to my place.
For now, I’m staying away from Michael Buble’s “I Wanna Go Home” and Daughtry’s “Home” - knowing how much it might lead to depression like what happened back in college, third year. But come to think of it, that depression led to one tWs article, Babalik Ka Rin, which I have always considered a “good pat on the back.”
Self-Inflicted Depression, Silent Kid?
“…another sunny place, I’m lucky I know but I wanna go home, I got to go home, let me go home, I’m just too far, from where you are, I wanna come home…”
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