Manila Rain


I’m not in Manila but all this Seattle rain reminds me of home. If only it was a little bit warmer, I’d be outside jumping in puddles. Running around, doing cartwheels and even consider shampooing my hair in the rain. I’ve done that in Manila and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

“Reminds of me home.” I have been saying that a lot. When I say home, I still mean Manila. I’ve been here for almost 5 years now and I still don’t consider Seattle home? I am not sure anymore. Home is where my family is I guess. My home is with Nick and with my parents and brothers.

My heart longs for laughter and teasing with my brothers. Oh how I miss that. I was talking to one of my brothers the other day, we were teasing each other and laughing so hard. He says to me, “I wish you were here because I miss this.” I miss it too. And it hurts being away from them.

Last night I was talking to a friend about the dynamics of friendship and family in different cultures. I told her that I felt like I was walking on eggshells most of the time here in Seattle. People are too sensitive, take everything so seriously and personally. While I grew up in a culture where we just make fun of ourselves and it’s ok. We laugh about it. I can’t tease anyone here. And if I do, I’d get the, did-you-just-say-that look. I’d be removed from their friend’s list and will be ignored forever.

Maybe I just need a break from all this. It’s only a week and a few days ’til Oahu. I can’t wait to be in the sun and recharge my batteries.

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