The pandemic has changed Manila. Last night, the streets were well lit but bare, a far cry from the chaos that dominated the night scene pre-pandemic. I miss seeing Manila vibrant. I miss wandering the streets of the metro. This too shall pass.

Wanted to have my clothes laundered last Saturday. When I arrived at the laundry shop, I didn't have my clothes. 🙄

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Am I single because the universe thinks I'm not ready or perhaps it's protecting me from pain? Or is this my destiny, to be alone yet content for life's has gifted me with not the grandest of life, but a comfortable one.

It's funny that even as I grew in age, I still love happy endings. That's the romantic in me.

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Relative, sometimes a connection, most of the time just an adjective.

And so it begins, my mind incessantly working through to sunrise, probing, questioning. 'Tis the last mile.

I can't wait to drive out of Manila. Oh wait, I have to have my car registered first. 🤪

Who would have thought that before I hit my 40s, I'd be going back to journaling. But I miss it. I miss knowing who I am as I keep navigating the treacherous waters of life.

A lot has happened. Time has passed and I have aged and about to begin anew. Still alone, still the hopeless romantic, still hoping. But that isn't my priority right now.

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