As I sat on the worn-out seats at the airport waiting for my flight, the feeling of nostalgia slowly creeps in.
Coming back always feels like entering into a time wrap. Nothing seems to change but it does.
I love this town, before it becomes a city; before the timed traffic lights, new establishments, high rise buildings and concrete highways.
I love this city for its simplicity; for the familiar creaks on the wooden stairways, chipped paints on statues, serene environment in the park, and the sunset view by the beach.
I love this city for the friends I have made and lost; the simple conversations, the laughters that echoed, the memories inked in photographs.
I love this city for my family and relatives; for the people that love me and teach me invaluable life lessons. The people that watch me grow up and forgive me for my shortcomings.
I will always love this city. Even when I spread my wings and learn to fly, this is where I will always belong. This is home.
Till we meet again.