Changing my opinion of summer
Believe it or not, there was a time in my life when I absolutely dreaded summer. It was a time of change for me, and I hated it when things are always in flux. Coincidentally, it was also when I could be moved to another city, stop school and move.
But after a while, summer eased up on me. It was either because I finally grew up and accepted the change for what it is or that I stopped giving a fuck and rolled with the punches.
Needless to say, I’m having quite a fun summer. Went to Bukidnon, had a blast at a foam party in Samal, attended a friends’ wedding and its barely even May.
I’m still on a job hunt though. And after the labor of love that was higher education, I feel like I deserve a much needed break. Parents are still patiently waiting for me to get a job and finally earn on my own but they do still support me, but I barely ask. Without the weekend getaways and events, I could be found in my room – silently bearing the rotating brownouts that plagues this city on this scorching summer.
Anyway, I do plan on a sojourn to the island. I want to start writing again and just be grounded enough to finally take a step back and evaluate what the experiences of the past 3 years have made me into.