When I was in college and had enrolled in a 4hour drive away from home University where I usually went home every semestral break only, I used to feel like I don’t wanna go back there (in that University) after about two weeks vacation.
Same thing when I had my first job, also miles away from home, I dreaded that feeling of packing my things because I need to get back to work.
And now, I feel like saying this line again, “I don’t wanna go back there”.. I’m referring to Manila, where my current job is. But this time only 1.45 hours away, yeah, almost two hours by plane… errr.! And I miss home already.. I can’t get enough of it especially when I am being torn of two houses—our real home and our shop, my siblings on the former and my parents on the latter.
Bad. I don’t wanna go back there… but I must.
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