I’m in a far more convenient place now. It never runs out of water here—a luxury we were deprived in Pisay. The mall’s only an 11-peso ride away and finally, I’m not forced to settle with Alex food, mourn over lights-off and no eating junk food policies, cram for Research and constantly fear for Ma’am Vilma’s scary late-night visits. In a sense, I am in a better place now.
But I’d still give everything to (literally) walk down Pisay road again.
It was hard. It was crazy. It was mentally draining.
But it was every bit wonderful.