Two months passed of me being here in Japan and there are already lots of things I miss, not just about home, but also about the life that I used to have before coming here.

Food. I miss my mother’s dishes, the lunch at the office canteen, adobo, dinuguan, linat-an, ginamay, lechon, budbud, the list goes on.

Family. Our Friday’s together, my parents fetching me from work, childish arguments with my sister, watching the TV together. Everything.

Friends. Snacks in the afternoon, waiting for plane seat sales, birthdays, babies.

Places. Northwing, Terraces, Bantayan, IT Park, Coffeecat.

I miss how affordable and accessible everything is. Massage, yogurt, books, clothes, moisturizers, even bondpapers!

Lastly, totally unrelated, I miss the feeling of being wanted. It’s a great feeling when someone badly wants to see you or talk to you or share ideas and day-to-day experiences with you. I miss the good old times.

There are lots of things and feelings that I miss. I may get used to them soon but I hope I won’t learn to outgrow them.

The present is here and I guess the only way to be happy is to honor and enjoy it. Good night kiddos.

Before I flew to Japan, I told myself I’d probably stop this blog. My web hosting subscription was expiring, I already downloaded backups of my files and data, everything was in place to shut this down. But look, I didn’t.

Even before I transferred here, there were already less and less updates coming from this blog. There’s no urge to write, to share. Not that I’m uninspired. In fact, maybe I’m too inspired to write anything. The reason this blog is still here is because of my office mate who is also here in Japan. Another personal blogger, he made me rethink of how useful a blog can be in not just keeping information, but in also keeping memories. How will I be able to recall my struggles in college, my first step to Dumaguete or the post which won me a ticket to Sumilon beach without this blog? I just realize, this blog holds most of my not-so-distant memories, mostly on the time when my hands were still at their full eagerness to write.

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