missing home

there is no place like home...

last weekend, we went home to my beloved hometown, Irosin, to celebrate All Saints and All Souls Days. it was a long 10-11-hour trip. we pursued travelling despite the fact that storm signal no. 3 was announced in our place of origin. there was heavy rains and strong winds, yet nothing could stop us from continuing our long-prepared and long-awaited trip.

aside from the detour (via Bondoc Peninsula) due to flooding in Atimonan, our trip was generally OK. when we reached the border between Laguna and Quezon, the rain has stopped. we arrived home just about dinner time. by then, being the lone driver, my hubby was already dead-tired. after a little chat with Ma and Pa, he went straight to bed.

the next two days were total happiness.

my nephews and nieces spent the whole day at our parents house, playing, eating, arguing, watching TV, playing with Maggie, feeding Maggie etc. etc. and we went to this new hot spring resort, where they spent the whole afternoon swimming. they didn't want to go home until it was dark. oh well, that was me 20 years ago.

then the sad part. we had to go back to the city. i really hate goodbyes. wish i could move "work" and place it beside "home". i wish my hubby and i can find a good job in the province. i really envy those who are living and working in the province. i envy their clean and stress-free environment.

time will come when i'll able to give up my life here in the city and embrace the simplicity of life in the province.

someday, im going back to the province.