After five long, challenging months of living alone in Manila, I am finally back home. The feeling is fairly comparable to being given a pop of those colorful, flavored Mentos a day or two after it was first advertised on television. As I arrived at the airport of Zamboanga, I honestly wanted to leave my baggage and run off to the car as if I was being chased by a mad hyena, drive home and just "be" home. The experiences and hardship that have occurred in Manila, involving my studies as well- it is difficult to adjust from a relaxed student life to one that is so hectic, have taught me a whole lot. I expected to have long chats with my family by the time I got home but that was not what happened; I immediately went to my parents' room and fell flat on my face, literally, and slept for so long. I have not had an undisturbed eight-hour sleep for so long and the nights I have stayed at home were the best ever. E-ver. I felt like a two month old wild-life mammal hibernating.
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