Southern Child

It's funny how when you really think about it, the memories you have and are nostalgic for are often very romanticized versions of reality. Not that this is generally a bad thing, but it's disorienting when you finally realize that things aren't all you remembered them to be.

I grew up in the southern part of Manille with the same kids I spent more than half of my life with. Though I will always think of high school as the pivotal years of exploration, creation and formation, it's also very interesting to see how far I've come since then - the annoying, angry, pseudo-rebellious teenager has now grown into the simply unpleasant person that I am now! Kidding aside, the sad thing about this is that for the most part, we've all become so different that it's hard to feel around in the dark for the things we still have in common. Nevertheless, I will always welcome every opportunity to hang out with the kids I grew up with.

Last Sunday was one such opportunity. I traveled back south for a graduation-slash-birthday party of a friend. It feels good to be back in the same place, with the same people. Which leads me to believe that no matter how long I'm held hostage in the north, I will always be a southern child.


On that note, most of my high school friends have already graduated while I'm stuck swimming through the murky waters of yet another year in college. I'm not complaining too much, though. I'll be holding on to the last of my justified parasitic existence for as long as I can.

Cheerios! ♥