Last June, my mom and I visited Davao. For the first time in 12 years, I got the chance to go back.
I lived in Davao for 6 years. I grew up there with a group of friends that I haven’t seen since I left 12 years ago, but the reunion changed all that.
We grew up loving live music. Heck, our hangout spot was a bar. We were 6 or 7 years old (don’t worry, we had parental supervision) and we owned that place. I was happy as a clam at high tide when I got to see them all again. We had dinner at our usual place. Except, everything looked different. Imagine 12 years of not being able to witness how it all changed. But still, it was home.
I spent 5 days there and it felt like just one. I wish it was longer than that but, I had to go back here in Manila. Some of us had our jobs and some of us had to go back to school.
I look back at those 5 days and realized how much has changed. We’ve got jobs. Some of them have little bothers that I just met, some already have kids, I have one friend who works in India, the younger girls are in High School already and another friend who’s studying Law. Cali turned to beer.
But some things never change. Like the love we all have for each other and how crazy we all were. I missed that. I missed them.
If you guys are reading this,
I miss you. I love you. I hope to see you again soon.