It has been a month since the departure from my shortlived teaching career in that rural place. Truth is, I miss the people over there. The closeness, the jokes, the conversations, basically all the good things. It felt real.
But above all I miss the little munchkins. They were adorable. Looking at them sure took me back to my prepubescent years of the warring hormones, physique struggle and emotional rave. That year when I hated not being in control of my mood and wanted to get into a relationship so badly.
Being with them made me want to embrace those moments once again.
Their inborn tenacity, their spirited selves, and sometimes their childish fits. Their unpretentious selves and slightly crazy sides. Those genuine smiles as we casually talk about nothings. All these becomes the essential condiments added to their flavourful brew of personalities.
Damn I want to be a high-school boy again. I want my emotions to take over sanity and rationale once again. Being an adult sucks. What is more I am stuck in this friendless corner of the country where all my friends were either begone or married or job-committed. I can't even call anyone, I can't even have a decent outing, let alone dating. I'm stuck in my crummy household with little money to survive and kittens to feed. Ugh someone save me.
If everything is up to me, I just want to fly abroad, probably Germany or France and backpack through Europe. I want to see the world and behold its beauty. and of course man-made civilization. Coffee shops, bistros, cheap motels, avant-garde museums, massive libraries and classical buildings. Forget all the friends I had and make new ones, because friendship is one fragile fleeting things. You got to make new ones to survive.
But those friends I made in PH, I hope we stay friends. Never had any that actually appreciate my presence as much as you do. I love you guys.
