Missing Home: Home is where my heart is
I had to go home...
The last week of April 2012 prompted me to travel more than 10 hours in order to go home, away from the hurly-burly of Metro Manila, Philippines.
My feet carried me to the bus station and I payed for an ordinary fare of Php400.00 pesos ($8.00) in order to go home in Bicol (Region V) where the majestic Mayon Volcano is located.
My hunch was right. My mother experienced a near-death experience when my sister texted me in her cellular phone. My mom suffered difficulty of breathing due to chocking while eating dinner.
I told my sister that I was going home and can't wait to see the real situation. Thank, God she's still alive. She's the only parent I have.
This is my home
Why do I miss home?
Back in the city, I was busy collating the requirements for the job overseas as a seafarer.
With the present situation between China and my country, the departure of both officers and crew was delayed. We have to wait until the hot situation between the two countries subside.
You see, I am one of the Filipinos who will go on board a newly-built oil tanker vessel stationed at the port in China.
I became busy with the challenges that I am facing right now in the city that I forget the real situation back home.
There are factors why I really miss home.
- I miss home because of my mom and deaf-mute sister. My mother is a senior citizen (a 75-year old widow) with failing health, especially her eyesight. The medication of my deaf- mute sister adds to the budget at home.
- I miss doing chores, like planting trees and vegetable at our own backyard.
- I miss my dog and cats. It helps me relax a busy day.
- I miss the simple life of the country side.
- I miss the friendly neighbors in the barrio (county).
With all these notions, I had to trace back my roots again as I refresh the vivid pictures of my home.
The busy life of the city almost engulfed me, but still, my heart belongs to the simplicity of my place, a county where people still use carabao as part of their farming tools; friendly neighbors (cousins, too) who still give you viands during lunchtime or barter with local crops that will keep you away from getting hungry.
For those simple reasons, I will never exchange the scenery of mountains, river, trees and fresh air that help me think that it's still a beautiful world
home is where the heart is (acoustic) Lynyrd Skynyrd c/o LynSkyn1981
Home is Where The Heart Is by Lynyrd Skynyrd
When I first heard this song way back 1997, this southern rock band called Lynyrd Skynyrd (vocals with Gary Rossington and Ricky Medlocke-with guitars, too and the rest of songwriters and bandmembers - Johnny Vanzant and Hughie Thomasson), I was awestruck with the lyrics.
They;re a 70's rock band, with only Gary Rossington as the only remaining original member this 2012 as they continue to tour USA and other countries.
They have the rock version and the acoustic one.
Why did I incorporate this song here in my hub? It's because I feel the sentiments of the band when we talk about HOME.
There's no place like home. I will always go back to the place where I was born. It's wehre my heart is. Call me sentimental, but it's true.
More stories about Home
- The Importance of the Woman in the Home
- There's a couple of stray cats at home!
Minnie Ming (the gray one-female) and Battery (black with white accent-male) Minnie Ming & the kittens SUPER CLOSE!!! Minnie Ming Battery-the tomcat The constant meowing awoke me at night. I went to the comfort room and urinated in a jiffy, then.