homesick

i've been feeling out of sorts. displaced.

i used to rant about my former work, how far it was from where we lived. sometimes, at the end of day, my mind is numbingly tired. that hour-long trip on my way home, i mostly stare unseeingly at the bright lights along edsa.

i "come to" when i see the skyscrapers on ayala, still buzzing with activity, never sleeping. i usually sit up straighter when the bus gets to the intersection of ayala and makati avenues and i think "i'm home".

those particular words haven't come to my mind in a while. settling back for me is never easy nor benign.