1: You can never go home again.

Thursday, 30 July 2009

This day, I called in sick for my OJT and I just watched UAAP basketball on TV that afternoon. After the games were over, I had to go over to Cherry Foodarama somewhere along Shaw Blvd. to pick up a pair of shoes I had sent in for repairs.

To get there, I had to pass by my old neigborhood (Bgy. Addition Hills) which was a good 5-10 min. walk away from our house.

And there I was.

The street was almost like how it was when I left it a decade ago, however a bit decayed from years of heat and rain and cars passing by. The neigborhood almost looks the same as I left it.

It was around early evening when I reached it, and I saw a familiar face inside a familiar sari-sari store. It was my old friend named Mac-mac. Having a small chit-chat with him revealed that he's been working for quite a while now in a cruise ship that sails along Spain, but is now unemployed. Also, he told me that most of our gang now have kids of their own.

A lot of things have changed after a decade since we moved out of our old apartment, but sometimes the faces don't.

I never got back home again, I went back to a place that is no longer familiar.

PS: Oh yeah, I ended up in Cherry by around a quarter past 7 to find out that the shoe shop was already closed.