Coming Home

They hypothesise that theres no buns like home, and I would say nonhing much comes close. race here, there and everywhere dream of a shoot for, abroad or loc eithery to go to. that for people like me who grew up at the province and are directly studying in a various place, we reminisce the times we were with the people who we grew up with. Yes, the place I would like to lecture is my hometown of GeneralSantosCity. The place that I pass on perpetu eithery cherish in my memories In the geezerhood glide path before the semestral break, a friend asked me, Are you going to go derriere to Gensan? and I said yeah.Then she asked me why, at first I didnt really know what to say. I just had this overwhelming feeling all semester that I need to go bum. To go back to the place I spent sixteen years of my life, the place that molded my being, that taught me so much and gave me so much to bring with me here in Cavite. My quick answer of course was because it was where I grew up, a t the time I felt it was sufficient only when, as I thought about it more, I realise it was a pretty shallow answer. I mean, who doesnt want to go back home? But then over again what is a home? For some it doesnt even exist, and for some they say its just a memory.Some say it is the place where you grow up scatty to leave and grow old lacking(p) to come back. Still others say it is where we belong, it is not a physical structure but rather for me it is a sense of well up being. You just feel right, when youre there, I wear upont know, I dont receive the wisdom to lucubrate further, but Im surely theres a place where youve felt it too. For me, its just different there, I feel so calm, so relaxed, so at ease, so at home, its the place I feel I can let my guard down. puff up its not that I didnt have problems while I was in Gensan. hope me, there were things that I regretted doing there up until now. Ang rami ko ngang kapalpakan noon as I say in our native language. But aft er dealing with my new environment here, nostalgia is a welcome visitor. As the lyrics of a song saysIm coming home, Im coming home,Tell the? humans Im coming home, Let the rain aftermath away, all the pain of yesterday,I know my estate awaits and theyve forgiven my mistakes,Im coming home,Im coming home,Tell the world Im coming . Because you see as time passes by you will come to laugh at the some bitter of memories, even the most hurtful, because I believe there will come a time when all we will have is our dear lives and our failing memories.