Home, At Last

Okay, maybe not. I'm still in Rizal (and yes I've posted another blog within the same hour).

The house is empty. It's weird how a house is not a home without the family. I have gotten used to staying home alone and eating whatever crap is left in the house. In fact, I happened to enjoy having too many things to do that going home is deterred. But something is different.



I realized that no matter how I complain of the distance, the things lacking at home (Internet, a room to myself, cable TV, access to the most happening malls and my closes friends), still my family is important to me. Even though we fight, argue, hate each other and shout at each other sometimes, well oftentimes, the laughs and talks outweigh them all.

I love my family, and maybe just maybe, I would be able to find grace in my second chance at living with them. Anyway, it could only go for so long.

7:22 AM •