It’s hard for me to be here in Duma.
It’s terribly hard to feel like I belong anywhere. I know I’ve only been here a little over two weeks but.. ah. I still can’t get into the rhythm of things.
I’m slowly adapting to law school and the amount of work that needs to be done.
But other than that I think I’m not doing very well.
After class today some of my classmates and I ate out at Qyosko. We sat at a long table, and naturally either end would have their own conversation.
It’s really hard, being stuck in the middle of a table where everyone speaks a different language and you can barely understand any of them. And if you want to contribute to the conversation, even if you find the words to express them you still just.. can’t. You just can’t.
Awww shoot, now I’m tearing up.. Ugh.
I miss being in Manila. I miss the malls, I miss the familiar places and faces, and I miss my friends. I really miss them. I had already found my place, my comfort zone.. Here, I really feel like an outsider. It’s like when I studied here for 1st year high school.. I never felt like I belonged.
I know a fresh start is supposed to be good.. but it’s horrible, having to start from scratch. It’s as if you need to re-learn every single thing that you were already accustomed to where you came from.
Aaaaand now I’m legit crying. Damn. Haven’t cried like this in a while..
I miss all my friends so much..
I miss Manila so much..
I miss home so much..
I really wish I was back home. My heart really seems to have been left behind there.