Home will always be home. If you don’t have anything, your first home will always be your home. Although, our house doesn’t look the same with what we grew up in, it’s still the same address and location. In my 20 years of existence before moving out, I have lived here for most of my life. I love how it’s near to town and the beach but still sounds peaceful. It’s very accessible to a nearby hospital and school. The silence and chirping of birds in the morning make me miss this place. Although in a later time of my teen age years, it felt more of a prison. But overall, it will always be home.
My mother bought me this vanity desk when I was in college I think. I couldn’t imagine why she bought me this desk halfway through college. I spent most of my time in Baguio City and barely go home however, she still finds a way to fascinate me with gifts to seduce me home.
I finally got my yearbook after four years. I graduated in 2011 but they were only able to publish it last year.
Playing around my mother’s garden 🙂