I have been going on and on about how excited I am about coming home to Manila after three months overseas. On the way to Changi however, I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something like apprehension it seems, or maybe uncertainty. Will I still love Manila after this? Will Manila love me back?
The feeling continued on throughout the three-hour flight. When the captain announced that we are on the final approach, I sat up and stretched my neck to see out the window, and as soon as I saw the lights of the city, all the heavy feelings seem to have lifted.
You can hardly see anything in the darkness, save from the lights from the houses, buildings, street lamps and cars. Yet I know the city — MY city — is there. And that city is my home.
From that moment on, I started grinning like an idiot, happy that I’m here at last, and not just because I got transfered to a business class seat. But that’s another story for another day 
Welcome back! =)
Thankies! We must have a meet up soon! We must abuse your new cammie!
Back from Mars! Weebee!
Waaaaah! *glomps* Meetup! Meetup!
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