certain circumstances have stopped me from coming home. i am in a different address now. its been a month and i just miss coming home to my mother’s freshly cooked “sinabawang gulay” or my father’s seafoods and fruits.
but there should always be enough reasons to not just do the things that we are used to. relationships may stop, friendships be in turmoil, jobs at a messed up phase, life trembles. its just that the saying “the only thing that’s constant in this world is change” really happens.
we cant be constant. thats the realization that im having right now. we just miss doing the things that we are used to, but change always come and it’s beyond our grip.
