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.


