AMIHAN

It’s been a while since I write. Have you ever felt so nostalgic at 2 am? When you’re in the middle of breakdown and anticipation? Your emotion is unstable but you’re hopeful. Have you ever felt home somewhere and missed it?

It’s almost a year working in my dream school. It was my goal. it was my shining glory. Yes, it’s awesome to achieve some of the cliché sounds from people that when you work for it, you will get it.

I can’t deny, I’m proud and happy. But I’d like to romanticize the feeling of missing a place where it felt like sunshine, it felt like heaven, it felt like paradise where I get to see the people who’s only anticipation is good waves in the morning and in sunset.

I miss the place where it made me forget my worldly identity. The place where it healed my brokenness. I’m shied to say that I always get so impulsive going there but it was worth the long journey.

After an hour of sitting and looking the view of the city, slowly it’s becoming yellow. The trees and then waters. The feeling of slow shifting of the world was unreal. I can still remember after my last class in the city, I lied down and thought about nothing but ocean. The sunset was down, and it was raining when I decided to travel. After all the anxieties and breakdown that the city and expectations gave me, the golden rush of ending things from that world was beautiful.

Tiredness was never an option and I arrived at midnight. I was in a 24-hour store, and it felt so good. It felt good to finally leaving all things there. I was alone but I was happy. It was real. If there’s heaven on earth, it’s found there.

That place is the home of my greatest escape. No other place can replace you. Though good escapades my allure me,  my heart always belongs to you, Amihan.