I have a stiff neck.
I’m blaming it on the long bus ride home. I think I spent almost eleven hours on the road yesterday. Sleeping. Thinking. Sleeping again. Bumping my head unconsciously on the Victory Liner side window as I slept some more.
Thank goodness one bump knocked me back into consciousness just as the bus entered the city limits. Or else I would have missed the pretty city lights that have always signaled the end of my long bus rides and have always welcomed me back home.
Some things never do change.
I still get that warm, fuzzy “I’m home” feeling whenever I see those city lights.
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I slept in this morning and woke up to groggily answer Jona who called me up using Prince’s unlicall-enabled phone. I wandered around the empty house (Mom, Dad, and Quantum had all left for school) as Jona and I chattered on and on about God-knows-what. As I made my way from room to room, I noted that indeed, some things have still remained as they were, as they are.
Our small bathroom still serves as a mini-library. And Mom’s shampoo and conditioner collection is still growing, growing, and growing.
My bedroom is still that colorful interior designer’s nightmare. My goodness. My colorful posters-slash-artworks are still up and my bed is still that mess of oranges, blues, greens, and pinks. And yeah, two-thirds of the colorful mess still serves as mom’s walk-in closet. Hahahaha.
The living room hasn’t changed a bit and the Cowabunga mirror (which has been there since forever) is still there, serving as a reminder of my teenage-mutant-ninja-turtle-filled childhood (hey, I was a fan of Michaelangelo and his grappling hooks!).
Okay, okay. So I’ve been away for only five months. Parang naman daw ang daming magaganap na pagbabago sa limang buwan na yon.
Well, my brother has a new desk in his bedroom (say bedroom in a small squeaky voice). And there’s his new laptop.
And there are the million changes that have occurred inside Mari that I can’t explain and contain even up until now.
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Okay. So I still can’t seem to express myself in the way that I want to. “Basta yun. Ewan.”
Has it really been five months that I’ve been out of the country? Has it only been five months?
It feels like five years. No, it feels like five days.
Sigh. So much has happened. But in some ways – it feels as if I had never left.
This is as far as my melancholic mood can get me today.
More writings later. Like, after the batch outing. Hehe.