Home. It was the nearest to my heart but the farthest from where I am. But last June 21-24, after 3 years, I've decided to come back home. But for what? Usually people would come home if it's fiesta, vacation or if there's something special to celebrate. I don't know. I just felt like I needed a break--and so off I went to my hometown Sorsogon City.
Nothing special about those dates but I knew it was just perfect for what I intended my trip to be. I wanted to experience life as it was. Idle & lazy afternoons. See my younger siblings off to school, give them baon, breathe fresh air, see the stars, watch the bright blue sky, feel the salty wind rushing through my cheeks. That simple. Nothing more. And that's what I got.
Though broke from this trip, I feel happy & satisfied.
My mom in a pedicab.
@the Bacon Beach
With my mother.
Gumamela in the garden
My youngest brother.