And so after almost five years in Cebu, I have come “home” to Ozamiz but not quite. You see, I’m not a native of this place and while my parents call it home now, I still feel like a stranger, an outsider, a sore thumb–a very sore thumb!
Since I arrived in the first week of May, I have only gone out of the house less than 10 times. Uh-huh. While I’m a homebody by choice, I can’t help but feel lonely somehow. Oh yeah, I love talking to my mom and bitching at the househelp every now and then, but I do miss my friends. I don’t have friends here, poor me.
So please, befriend me, flirt with me, make love to me, have coffee with me, I beg of you. LOL. Seriously!