Manila is the first city I fell in love with instantly. It began when we started going there because my dad got assigned to work there. Every summer, semestral break and even during intramurals, my mom, my sister and I would always grab that chance to visit Dad. That's when the love affair started. A visit to Megamall and Gift Gate everyday, I'm the happiest kid alive! Then I lived there for 4 good years in college. Never mind the flooding every rainy season (I'm from UST) and the hassle of commuting. I always feel a certain high whenever I'm there. Then after law school, Dad bought me a house and shipped my car there. Much to my delight! Living there made easier 100x! I love my Daddy soooo much for that. Reviewed for the bar, worked there. That's more than 2 years in total. Now I'm back in Bacolod for almost 4 months. I'm sad. I am officially missing Manila! Waaah!
Last night, we were at my uncle's house to celebrate his birthday. While we were lining up to get the food, the topic of Manila came up. My aunt asked if I miss my life there. I'm like YEAH! Then my cousin chimed in, she felt sad when she entered the house (she stayed at my house when she visited 2 weeks ago) because it was pretty obvious that no one lives there anymore. Cobwebs on corners! My heart just sank... I wanted to fly out immediately! If only I can. I went on to saying that I saw a pic of her hubby taken in my room. All the more I realized I miss it sorely. I miss Manila and everything else that comes with it.
I am having this bad habit of comparing everything here with Manila. I know I'm not supposed to be doing that because apparently it's 2 different cities. But somehow, unconsciously, I am guilty of it. I guess I am one of those few who'd rather live in Manila than in Bacolod. A handful of people I know who came here for a visit all fell in love with the place, the lifestyle and with the people. Maybe like me when I first set foot on Manila soil. They would enumerate all the bad stuffs they can say about Manila. I would always pleasantly say, me? I prefer Manila. I have friends there, more things to do, a lot of places to go to and more importantly, freedom. Not just from parents but even from people around you. Inhibitions fly out the window coz of the anonymosity. I guess to each his own.
My coming back in Bacolod was so spontaneous that I didn't spend ample time to think over my decision. But no regrets. I'm learning and I love what I'm doing. I just can't help it sometimes when I would wish I was in Manila instead. Maybe because a big part of me is still very hopeful that one day or sooner I will be back there again. A very good job offer perhaps? Or who knows, I just might wake up one day and pack up my things. Til then, I'm leaving my house vacant.
Last night, we were at my uncle's house to celebrate his birthday. While we were lining up to get the food, the topic of Manila came up. My aunt asked if I miss my life there. I'm like YEAH! Then my cousin chimed in, she felt sad when she entered the house (she stayed at my house when she visited 2 weeks ago) because it was pretty obvious that no one lives there anymore. Cobwebs on corners! My heart just sank... I wanted to fly out immediately! If only I can. I went on to saying that I saw a pic of her hubby taken in my room. All the more I realized I miss it sorely. I miss Manila and everything else that comes with it.
I am having this bad habit of comparing everything here with Manila. I know I'm not supposed to be doing that because apparently it's 2 different cities. But somehow, unconsciously, I am guilty of it. I guess I am one of those few who'd rather live in Manila than in Bacolod. A handful of people I know who came here for a visit all fell in love with the place, the lifestyle and with the people. Maybe like me when I first set foot on Manila soil. They would enumerate all the bad stuffs they can say about Manila. I would always pleasantly say, me? I prefer Manila. I have friends there, more things to do, a lot of places to go to and more importantly, freedom. Not just from parents but even from people around you. Inhibitions fly out the window coz of the anonymosity. I guess to each his own.
My coming back in Bacolod was so spontaneous that I didn't spend ample time to think over my decision. But no regrets. I'm learning and I love what I'm doing. I just can't help it sometimes when I would wish I was in Manila instead. Maybe because a big part of me is still very hopeful that one day or sooner I will be back there again. A very good job offer perhaps? Or who knows, I just might wake up one day and pack up my things. Til then, I'm leaving my house vacant.
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