By: Patricia Baguio Indeed, there is no place like home.
I was born in this city, but I grew up in the far city of Quezon. I am well versed in Filipino as much as I’m fluent in Pangasinan (dialect). I can understand a little Ilocano but hardly speak it. Nonetheless, I consider this hometown, my refuge, my comfort zone. It was almost 4 years ago since I left my sanctuary. I studied at the University of Pangasinan and seldom came home. I let my hectic college life corrupted my chance of spending more years in my little paradise. I have lived at my Aunt’s house in Malasiqui, Pangasinan where my father works. In here I learned how to do some chores on my own like washing my own clothes and dishes which I rarely do at home because I have a mother who pampers me. I have loved vegetable dishes because my Aunt has grocery and vegetable stall wherein I help in selling every weekend, holidays and whenever I have a free time. I somehow become a businesswoman, a thing I am interested in the venture since I was young. I and Jessica, my sister next to me, used to sell cold drinks and banana cue, but when we started going to school, we gave up our little business. However, I don’t question why both of us took up Mass Communication and not Business Administration. While young we learned that without a capital, it is hard to put up a business and/or endeavor anything connected to it. We thought in advance to take up a degree that can give us job right away, something that has no board exams, unlike accountancy and nursing. It is not that we don’t trust ourselves enough. In fact, we hold bragging rights that we were able to pass the College scholarship test. What any other test can be harder than that? Another thing is that, we were discouraged by our mother to take nursing because she is a registered nurse yet has no work until now, or decided not to work to take care of us and because, it will take her more years before acquiring a job due to the number of competitors, the limited opportunities and the hardships and more money to be spent in getting the required 2 years’ experience. Now, my persistence brought me this far, away from my home, from most of the people who were part of the first few years of my life. I started to build new dreams under the roof and inside the walls of my new home, my Aunt’s house. I am with my cousins and not with my family. This independence strengthens the fragile young girl I used to be. My Aunt cares just a little to my wanderings so most of the time, I am responsible for myself. I can be in my most strict form when I have to. I can force myself to learn a hard way. I can also pave my easy way out of problems I like to forget and choose not to face. These were underscored more when I am freed from the chain of my university and plunged into the world of employment at one of the well-known company. The only exhibited pressure is the deadline. However, when due dates become my sole driving force in working hard, I might fall into the trap of mediocrity. I must hit high, differently. In times like this, I remember my home that has surely missed me a lot. However, it was not inviting me to stop them come back; it inspires me to come back with precious treasures I gain throughout my journey which can compensate the moments I was not home.
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