My home is my sanctuary.

Home is passing by the flyover in south super highway, the one in front of Metropolis Alabang, it’s getting through all the traffic aka Edsa at the end of the day,and seeing the lights of the two hotels, Bellevue and Vivere. I could almost hear myself say “Yes!” because in 15 minutes, I know I’ll be home. After a long day in a fast-paced environment, I always find myself longing for the south laid back vibe that is being exuded down south ; )

Home is passing by the Katipunan flyover, seeing the Blue Eagle Gym at the right side with the big eagle soaring high, and the Mcdonalds sign at the left side of the road. It still gives me a rush whenever I reach that part. 6 out of 7 days in my four years of college, I lived in Katipunan.. Who wouldn't get nostalgic? Going to Katipunan is like tasting something you have long forgotten but have always loved.. that's home.

Home is waiting at the gate 6 of St.Scho, it's the guard paging when you're school bus is there, it's "tambay" at Lunch Counter or under the Mahogany tree. It's eating ice cream right after lunch. It's hanging out at the "new building", when it was new back then. It's making friends with a group of girls that you'll treasure for the rest of your life.

Home is waking at the stroke of sun rays, it's having to question 'why oh why' is my room's window have to be situated at where the sun has to shine. It's snuggling in the comforter while reading a good book. It's watching dvds, having phone conversations, laughing or crying your heart out, lowering all your inhibitions, doing whatever you want, dancing, singing, because nobody's watching. It's showing your crazier side. It's lighting all the candles you have, while your lola scolds you because you might burn your room down and include the whole house. It's being messy and being OC at the same time. It's a witness to your years, childish past-times to crazier antics. It’s a reflection of your personality; the eternal memory depot. The warehouse of what has been, and what will be. Home is where you find your real self.