Nevergirl’s

We’re moving by March 22. I dread it but like all things scary and dreadful, I’d rather get it done the soonest that I can. I don’t believe in prolonged goodbyes, in dragging out agony. I don’t like that we’re moving but I’d rather move now than spend all my days cringing at the idea and shrinking from what needs doing.

All my mental wanderings aside, there’s really no other place I’d love to live in than Bohol. It’s not just that I spent most of my childhood there; I’ve lived in Cebu for 10 years after all, and stayed in Davao for a year and a half. I love Bohol because it’s equal small, beautiful, quiet, and kind.

Cancun hotels? Sure, I wouldn’t mind staying there for a day or so. I wouldn’t mind living in Bangkok, Tokyo, or Thessaloniki either. Egypt is up there on my list; so is Bhutan though I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do there. But I figure, all these places, they’re fine and dandy, but they’re not Bohol.

Someday, after we’ve moved around some more and after we’ve traveled abroad for a bit, we will go back to Bohol, where everything started for me, where I drew stick figures on the bark of a tree.

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