At this time of the year, among a sea of year-ender posts, highlights and bests-of, the talk of home is inevitable. Across this sea are stories and montages of many beautiful homes: homes outside one’s native countries, homes where permanent addresses and familiar windows do not apply.
Mine is the opposite.
My 2014 was filled with a zest for playing catch-up. Every week or two, I dragged my two-year old to daytrips far from the place I’ve called home for the last six years.
But 2015 was entirely different. A third of the year, I stayed in, kept
bleaching my hair working my arse, and rediscovered surprising retreats both within and outside traveling.
And here’s how our 2015 went down. How was yours?
of crazy. I woke up 6am and commuted all the way to Manila, carried an 11-kilogram toddler on my shoulders for 10 hours, and walked endlessly through
congested, slow-moving, and damp streets amid a typhoon – all for that one rare
glimpse of the Pope.
A first-time visit to La Mesa Eco Park
The marriage of parks and friends spells warm comfort: a thousand stories past and present, ice cream, and window shopping for dreamcatchers and rasta bracelets – all with a toddler and my childhood friend, Koni, in tow.
Sky Ranch Pampanga
Because there’s always a first time for carnivals. February was my daughter’s. Inside the Pampanga Eye, it became obvious that she is, indeed, far braver than her old lady where heights are concerned.
February also brought us our first feature on broadsheet (Manila Bulletin, Gone with The Kid) – or at least one that didn’t involve me writing a piece.
Coming home to my mother’s hometown in Albay brings wonderful memories of childhood summers, cooking rice in a clay pot, and the awe-inspiring view of Mayon. Our 2015 Holy Week was spent exploring the usual and the unfamiliar in Camalig, Tabaco, Tiwi, Malinao, and Daraga.
A side trip during our final day in Albay, the town of Pilar in Sorsogon proved to be more depressing than relieving but also eye-opening.
Cool Waves Ranch Resort, Bulacan
If Bicol was Lia’s pre-birthday celebration with our side of the family, Cool Waves Resort was her birthday shindig with the in-laws. Packed and seriously dizzying like most water theme parks in the Philippines.
Biyaheroes in Pagbilao, Quezon
It all started with a “We want you and Lia to be our ambassadors.”
Now, because random things rock, a few email exchanges and few weeks later, we found ourselves on a boat to Pagbilao, Quezon with a family we just met that day and the coolest startup founders ever to film a Mother’s Day video.
Food. Family. Manila. Lots of it. My
tummy heart could seriously burst now.