“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”—B.C. (via fleurlungs)
I love Pampanga and I love Manila. I grew up and had a great childhood in Mabalacat. I spent priceless summers and beautiful Christmases in Manila and that’s now where my family is. I love those two places.
It pleases me every time I go to back to Pampanga or Manila, not just because it’s where my family is and where a lot of my past is, but because going back there makes me appreciate what I have here. Sure, school can be a bore sometimes, some people are idiots and some are just plain mean, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the cold, but I feel home here.
I just see myself settling down here at Baguio, you know? I’ve come to love it as much as those two places, but for a different reason. I made myself here out of my own experiences and my own moments. My past and the places where I’ve been will always be tainted with people telling me what to do and who I should be, but here, right now, there’s none of that. I get to be me around people I choose to be with and have moments that I decide to make.
I like that a lot and I don’t think I’m ready to give it up just yet.