I think moving to another country again made me realize that writing will always be my default therapy. A lot of things have happened since then. I resigned from my teaching job and went home to the Philippines – it was just an ephemeral stay. It wasn’t even a week before I had to move to the United States. Ahh… things just happened so fast that when I sit down and look back, it feels like they occurred in a blur.

I just miss it when the only sounds are the perennial hum of the refrigerator and the soft tapping of my fingers on my laptop keyboard. The occasional squawking of birds, which I can hear all the way from the back door, is a gentle reminder to check the time. Oh, and speaking of that, the sound of the washing machine has stopped. I’m not sure when, but I guess I should get those clothes soon. Yes, this feeling – getting lost in the unfiltered thoughts in my head and letting them flow onto the screen for anyone to read – is truly liberating.

Looking up at the dark curtain blocking the sunlight from entering the room, I remember the times when life was all about getting up, preparing for school, catching bus 44 or bus 29, and making sure I didn’t miss my 7:30 time-in – those were the only things I worried about. Now, it’s a tremendous shift in lifestyle as I turn my gaze to the pile of messy blankets in front of me. It’s almost midday, and I’m still in bed in my pyjamas.

  I should get ready for coffee soon!