i miss home. people in south florida are starting to stack food and gasoline for any untoward event that ike might lash out on the region come monday or tuesday. it is totally different from what i remember back home. tropical depression would mean no school, hot, thick and sweet home made champorado, and lots of t.v. and screaming too as we dance under the rain, tapping our feet in a puddle, melodious laughter resonating in the air. i miss home. i have a lot of responsibilities and work to do now, a part time job in the downtown area keeps me pre-occupied, keeps me alive. i feel blessed. i've been wanting to delve in urban and regional planning. finally, i was given the chance. it was sheer luck and perfect timing, i supposed. i just stepped in the office of the department chair one summer day. told him i'll volunteer and work for free. please use my gray matter for whatever purpose it might serve you. i am pinay, willing to serve and give beyond what is ask of me. free services, sir. free services for me to learn and grow and contribute. no, we will pay you. we have a problem. we need someone to teach planning to college juniors. are you up for the job? pretty amazing, huh? you didn't quite expect it. you got the job right off the street. overwhelmed and dizzy from disbelief, i was without any thought for a few seconds. yes, i am up for it. i miss home. when can i ever taste sinigang or walk to merco's with z, ayn, lexi and sheng to buy selecta's cookies and cream. went and dined with andrew in several restaurants around the area. good conversations, you-always-warm my heart company, delicious food (wish you were here guys to share those special and not so special moments too), unfamiliar ambience, great service. i am blessed. i couldn't ask for anything more. i miss home. i hope soon will come tomorrow.
