Nostalgia on the Second Month Part One

It was bound to happen. The sleepless nights, stressful work days, irritability, longingness, regret and wonderment--it can all be summed up in one word: menstruation.

Got you there! Seriously, it's homesickness. I admit it. Today I feel homesick.

Two months. The fun's over. I've exhausted all there is to see in my guide book and tourist mode just doesn't work anymore. For the past few weeks I started to feel more and more local each day. And each day the chats with my friends became less and less. Now, I just feel empty.

So I thought I'd feed my misery by listing some things that I miss most. And it starts with...

• You, yes you. I miss you.
• I miss waking up late in my own room and knowing that even if it's already 10AM it doesn't matter because I am my own boss and I won't have to make up lame excuses why I'm late.
• I miss waking up early and cooking breakfast.
• I miss singing in videoke bars.
• I miss singing in the bathroom.
• I miss dancing when I'm alone in my room.
• I miss Coffee Crumble at Bo's.
• I miss driving.
• I miss cruising.
• I miss my CDs, VCDs, DVDs....and VDs (hahaha I'm kidding!)
• I miss piracy.
• I miss Spike and Tiny.
• I miss the fact that I can go where I want to go at any time without worrying of getting lost.
• I never thought I'd say this but I miss doing big cart groceries and yes, every week.
• I miss the food. Oh the food.
• I miss Bacolod, my friends there and the food. Oh the food.
• I miss seeing regularly dressed people.
• I miss wearing shorts to work.
• I miss my computer and all the necessities that I have already installed.
• I miss editing videos.
• I miss video production work.
• I miss the creative rush.
• I miss my nephew.
• I miss meeting my friends and talking over coffee.
• I miss durian.
• I miss turo-turo or point point.
• I miss each little aspect of my life in Davao, from my favorite Pink Panther to my loved ones, because all these make up one thing I miss most...
• I miss my home.

Enough. I can go on forever and if I don't stop soon it's really going to fall and if you can still remember before I left Davao, I promised not to cry again. OUT.