Well, I'm going home back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
-Home by Daughtry
The countdown has begun. In a little over three weeks, I will be going home to visit my family and friends. I'm soo excited! I just keep thinking of all that food I've been missing, coffee that's not Gloria Jean's (hahaha), chocnut, sinigang, inihaw, Chicken Joy, Chowking, Pancake House, Teriyaki Boy, the list is endless! And all the places I want to be at, not just see. It's also exciting to think about seeing the changes that have happened in the past 11 months while I was away.
But there's this little voice inside me saying I'm not the same person as I was then, and everyone else isn't the same either. So if they were friends with that me then, would they still like this me now? I know it's pretty weird. But given my pessimistic view of friendships and relationships, to borrow a line from Carrie Bradshaw: I just can't help but wonder... After a moment's pause, I reckon if we were real friends I'd love them for who they are now and not dwell on who they were then, and hopefully vice versa.
Shoutout: I hope to see y'all on my birthday, give or take a few days. Can't wait to be home.
