Quick side note before you start reading, but my next few blog posts will be about the Philippines, so be ready to fall in love with the country that I adore.
When I get asked about how I would describe the Philippines, the only word that perfectly describes this hot and humid place is, home. The Philippines is, my home away from home.
I lived in the Philippines for about 7 months when I was a toddler (okay so 7 months isn’t that long but hey it counts as something), and I go there often for family vacations. I may have been brought up in Australia, but because I have very PROUD Filipino parents they never let me forget where they originated; where I come from.
Everything about the Phils (this is what we will be sticking with because I am too lazy to type out the whole word) screams home. I may have grown up eating the food, doing karaoke at every single Filipino party, watching TFC – cue on the wings of loveeeee and sa walang hangaaaannnnn and having my Tita’s and Tito’s (even the ones that I am not related to but they’re still my Tita’s and Tito’s) ask me “may boyfriend ka na ba?” (I am cringing too at my bad Tagalog) in English “do you have a boyfriend?” and I always answer no, yet, they still somehow don’t believe me. But doing all these things can never replace the feeling of being back home.
Every time I set foot in the Phils, no matter what time it is or what day it is, there is just this feeling in the wind, that tells me I am home. So, my home away from home, like the stars that never leave the vast and ambiguous sky, you too will never leave my vast and ambiguous heart.