Tonight, daddy journeys off again up the hills to your grandmother's hometown, Baguio City. Sort of daddy's hometown, too. But not totally since your uncles and i did not really study there, and mostly just enjoyed lengthy vacations and school breaks up there. But regularly enough to have allowed us to call the crisp cool city our home as much as Manila was.
This is/was my bus.* * * * * * * *
Fast forward. It has been a week since i got up here, and a mere day before i ride back down.
Time surely flies.
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Oops... Fast forward yet again.
I ride down tonight. It has been eight days since i got up here.
Retooling my brain to going back down home is easy. It's the coming up here that's hard sometimes.
Not because i dont like it up here. But just because i like down there a lot more.
Not much in this entry. But it would be best if i post it already for posterity.
I must continue this in the next for i have much to say about it.
Much to share with you about the joys and challenges of being here and there.
But i will see you girls later.
Love,
Dad
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