Cordillera Coffee
SM City Baguio
7:06 PM
As I sit here and write, sipping a couple of cups of hot Benguet brewed coffee, I’ve had the chance to ruminate – in a very cow-like manner, may I add – about the day I spent roaming about my hometown. Granted that I only spent eight months away from this place, yet I’ve never been away from home for that long. Somehow I wanted to miss something out of this place; I wanted to experience something unique.
To be honest, I never thought that I would leave the comforts of Baguio. For the most part, it has been circumstance that forced me to leave this city and seek my fortunes and futures somewhere else. Like I said before, there’s always steady employment here if you want a career in the call center industry, or if you want to teach English to Korean nationals. Those prospects, as practical as they may be, are not for me. Even something as mundane or as ordinary as a writing career is not to be found here in Baguio, but down there in Manila. Small successes have come my way, and as I take a much-needed breather, I think I didn’t come back home in shame.
Even if this “homecoming” is just for one day, without having to meet anyone. Still, the experience is a sobering one that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
