The last time I went home to La Union was July last year. Because of my schedule at work, I don't really have the time to go to La Union. My mother comes to Manila once a month to visit me anyway.
Last week, I finally went home to La Union. It's a good thing na mabait ang boss ko at pinayagan ako na palitan ang sched ko para makapag-off ako sa araw na yun. One of the perks of my job is that it's easy for me to move my schedule, all I need is a yes from my boss.
Matapos ang ilang oras na byahe, dumating narin ako sa bahay sa La Union. The first thing I did was go to the garden. It's my favorite spot in the house. Nakaka relax. I feel like I am one with nature or something dramatic like that.
Hindi ko pwedeng ikwento ang dahilan kung bakit ako umuwi ng La Union. Pasensya na dear readers, even though my life is an open book, there are things I have to keep private. Things that only my closest friends know.
Pumunta ako sa kwarto ko para kumuha ng gamit. Nagulat ako nung buksan ko ang cabinet ko. I saw clothes that I completely forgot I had. Books, pictures, gadgets, knick knacks. I honestly forgot that I had such things. So I packed most of the things I saw to bring them to Manila.
I was in La Union for only a few hours. Bumalik din kami kinahapunan.
I was happy that I was able to finally go home to La Union even if it was just for a few hours. At the same time I felt sad because I was reminded of the reason why I don't go there even when I was still in college.
It's because ang hirap umalis sa bahay na yun.
In that house, I am not alone. In that house, there's someone who would take care of me. In that house, I won't have to eat alone.
That house is not just a house.
That house is a home.
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