For a little over 8 years, Manila was my home. “Home” in the sense that Manila was where my life belonged. But last December 14, 2015, with nearly my entire life in suitcases and boxes, I flew to Bacolod without a return ticket.
I was 17 when I left to settle in my new life as a college student in Manila. I’d be lying if I said I was absolutely heartbroken to be leaving Bacolod. In fact, I was thrilled that I could finally leave this small town behind. Growing up, I was positive that a life here would be meaningless for me (I was a very obnoxious teenager – probably still am as an adult). Yet, here I am.