i am home.

with seatmates and classmates who keep me awake during class
with friends who listen to my nonsensical rants
with professors who teach with passion and with their little quirks
with studying brains, cells, and neuroanatomy

with manila rush, dust, and whatnots
with the lack of sari-sari stores inside the campus
with sleepy and boring classes
with packing and unpacking and packing again
(to go home, to leave home, to go home)

because You’re still with me
still, with my family.


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