Manila, the old friend

What a better way to start but with my oldest and most trusted friend, Manila. Being the place I grew up in, there's always an added value to innate familiarity. Manila, for me, is that person who knew you growing up. The one who you probably feel most at ease with. Old friends are like old shoes, they are the ones that feel most comfortable.

The most beautiful discovery true friends make

is that they can grow separately

without growing apart

- Elisabeth Foley

Manila is that person who knew me when I was nothing. You never forget the people who knew you when you were nothing. Most likely, these are the exact same people who will stick around even when you amount to nothing. Because these are the people who knew you from the inside, how your virtues and values were formed. Your oldest friends would understand your struggles, your points of view, your strengths, your weaknesses. You being you.

Amidst its mess and how much hassle it takes just to go from one place to the other, the intense heat, the discomfort of the humidity and admittedly a relatively bland character, being with Manila gives me a sense of belongingness. Making it all worth it. Somehow, the sun sets and rises better when it is in the bay of your own home.

One good thing that you will appreciate with Manila is that everything is quite affordable. Honestly, it is very easy to please. A 3$ value meal (upgrade for 4$) and you are good to go. Not underestimating it's ability to be at par with it's foreign counterparts, Manila's colonial mentality has greatly affected it's sense of being. But i can't blame Manila, being under ruling by several foreign countries, it will be very hard to establish your own sense of self. On the upper hand though, because of this, it's resilience and adaptability is very much exemplary.

The Philippines, is one of the contributors of major global diaspora, and it's capital city has a good number of people that opted to find greener pasteurs overseas. But still, somehow, they always seem to find their way back home - hence the song, I keep coming back to Manila. And honestly, I have a feeling that Manila is very much aware of that characteristic. You just somehow get drawn to it. An inner magnet that it will install to you which will still effect no matter how far you go.

Being away most of the time, one good thing to keep one's sanity is to do or find things that will always remind me of home. May it be eating in your favorite fast food chain, wearing your favorite PJ's going to sleep or eating your home grown dishes. Whatever it is, these little reminders that things that we are familiar with, we normally get comfort from.

I initially started plainly just to escape, remember?!

When you try to ask most people what they want out of life the answer is simple, to be happy.

So we try to find happiness in places. In our journey we get caught up and will ourselves in state of bliss. Then the more we force ourselves to search for contentment the more confused we get - to the point we already forget who we really are.

Until it eventually hits us, it's been there all along.

It's not in our perceived perfect world or our hopes but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar. As cliche as it may sound, indeed there is no place like home.

This is for friends I know

who are away.

Waiting for sweet return

to the place they call home