Auf Wiedersehen, Makati

After roughly seven months of being away from my comfort zone, I’m back to where my family is, to the trees and windy nights, to the simple life, to the life less complicated. If there’s anything staying away from home has taught me, that is living independently.

I was fine in Makati. I lived in a condominium, had a job that quite suits me, had a lifestyle that was quite far from being a princess, but I managed. I just had to leave everything behind. I need to think.

I had to survive the depression a break-up has caused me, but the way I took made everything worse. I was not fine although I was never alone. I love Dave so much but I have to clear my mind from all the anger, sadness and every sanity-breaking emotion I’ve had for the past four months. I have to better myself to be able to give more.

I packed my things so quickly I never thought of anything but going home. I called dad and asked him to pick me up. I took my bags, boxes and put all my things (thanks to Tracee). I left Kingswood in the midst of heavy rains. I watched the building fade from the rain as dad drew farther away. I wanted to cry as hard as the rain that afternoon, but I kept still. I watched the CBD buildings fade from my sight, hoping that someday I’ll get back.

This is probably my saddest night this year, but at least I have my family to be there for me. I’ll be fine, and if Dave thinks I’m worth the wait, then I’ll come back to him with no second thoughts.

I don’t consider any other place aside from Makati. I was attached to it like it’s my second home (it IS my second home). ‘Til I see you again, Makati, till I see you again.