I miss Manila

I miss home, I miss Manila. I miss the vibe, I miss the uncertainty in the streets and the amber lights at night. I miss the solitude of museums, galleries and charm of olden alleys along with the sewer stench because it speaks so much about the history of how we came about – thriving and still is. I miss the humbling street foods and that view from my rooftop spot at Escolta.

I miss strolling at the long walls of Intramuros and feeling the breeze as it graze through my skin. Those weekend errands at Sta Cruz and food trip at Binondo with good company and endless pass down stories from generations. I miss the rusty train tracks, moldy busses and jeeps along with smiling strangers coming from all walks of life. I miss the bustle of Manila and immersing from the view of the students, workers, hustlers whom are trying to make it through the end of the day.