One of my favorite past times is having the day off to lounge around the house but always with an endless list of things to do. Waking up in the gloomy afternoon and listening to the rain drops hit the trees of my back patio invites me to go away at a Dunhill & black brew of Seattle's Best.
This takes me back to the stories my aunt tells me of the times it would rain the Philippines. The neighborhood kids would embrace the rain and proceed to frolic around bathing in the refreshing and probably murky water. Worries about dampening their freshly done hair or a ruined new shirt were thrown into the dirt roads. Instead they took advantage of the water and made the most of the situation in contrast to the hot sun they'd been dealing with for days on end.
I've taken in the fresh green of the leaves of the south and subtle breeze that makes them dance, and it allows me to take one last breath before diving in to my final projects due by the end of this week. I'm done with my computer class, have a final in business, and 2 neglected drawings. I'm hours away from summer, and it smells damned good.
As many of you know, I have my eye on New York, and I'm hoping that she has her arms open. It's quite the populated city, and only time will tell if I can keep a strong hold.
With that said, one of these days I'm going to retreat from America and embrace the motherland that my family once left. I want to reunite with relatives I haven't seen in over a decade and get a little update as to what's going on. I want to drive through the forests and hike through the mountains. Drink out of a freshly dropped coconut and eat a green mango with salt and bagoong. Most of all, I want to meet my nieces and nephews and assure their family that even though a lot of us live across the Pacific, that they're more than welcome to say hello.
It's not often that I get a chance to stray away from these gray concrete roads, but it sure feels nice to imagine.
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