Do you ever have those times in your life that you wish that you could go back to the days that you were planning a weekend getaway at the beach in a nearby town? The time that you could easily plan to take a vacation for a day or two. The time where everything was so simple and yet you were contented and happy even in times of difficulties. The time where you didn't think too much of the future and simply enjoy the warmness of the sea water and fine sand, while the cool breeze is caressing your skin down to your bare feet.
Yes, I am having one of those times today. I miss the Bagasbas beach, I miss the old hang outs, I miss eating taho by the sea breaker, I miss eating fishballs, squidballs and kikiam while watching the sun setting deep into the horizon. I miss the park that I used to hoop at while my sons were enjoying the slides and see saw. I miss my mother, nieces and nephews and my house. Ahhhhhh, I miss home and I feel terribly sad knowing that our vacation won't push through due to some unforeseen circumstances.
This is my life as an expat. I always miss everything about home....the place where my heart is.