Coming Home

They say that at that devotes no place like home, and I would say nothing much develops close. People here, there and everywhere dream of a place, abroad or locally to go to. only for people like me who grew up at the province and are instanter studying in a different place, we reminisce the times we were with the people who we grew up with. Yes, the place I would like to visit is my hometown of GeneralSantosCity. The place that I ordain forever cherish in my memories In the days coming before the semestral break, a friend asked me, Are you going to go back to Gensan? and I said yeah.Then she asked me why, at first I didnt really know what to say. I just had this overwhelming feeling all semester that I need to go back. To go back to the place I spent sixteen years of my life, the place that molded my being, that taught me so much and gave me so much to bring with me here in Cavite. My quick answer of course was because it was where I grew up, at the time I felt it was suffic ient further, as I thought about it more, I realized it was a pretty shallow answer. I mean, who doesnt want to go back home? But then again what is a home? For some it doesnt even exist, and for some they say its just a memory.Some say it is the place where you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to come back. Still others say it is where we belong, it is not a physical structure but rather for me it is a sense of well being. You just feel right, when youre there, I dont know, I dont have the soundness to elaborate further, but Im sure theres a place where youve felt it too. For me, its just different there, I feel so calm, so relaxed, so at ease, so at home, its the place I feel I can let my guard down. Well its not that I didnt have problems while I was in Gensan. Believe me, there were things that I regretted doing there up until now. Ang rami ko ngang kapalpakan noon as I say in our native language. But after dealing with my new environment here, nostalgia is a welc ome visitor. As the lyrics of a song saysIm coming home, Im coming home,Tell the? world Im coming home, Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday,I know my kingdom awaits and theyve forgiven my mistakes,Im coming home,Im coming home,Tell the world Im coming . Because you see as time passes by you will come to laugh at the most bitter of memories, even the most hurtful, because I believe there will come a time when all we will have is our dear lives and our failing memories.