Hometown haven
This past weekend, I went home to the province. I needed some breather, a brief escape from the city's constant hum. Thankfully, my hometown is just a 2-hour drive from the metro.
Life away from the city is just comforting. It is simple.
Time flies slowly yet the days feel short. Everyone knows you and you know everyone. The neighborhood is quiet. Things from your childhood amplify the nostalgia.
Birds chirping and cows mooing ready to serenade you. Your eyes are treated to a mixture of greens and blues.
The sunshine hits different when you bathe in the daylight. And the night sky spoils you without any obstruction.
The feeling of comfort and familiarity made me question my life choices. If not for necessity, can the rush of city life pull us away from places that make us feel whole?
It's a recurring theme. There's always something to remind us of the past, of decisions that didn't work out. Similarly, there's some place we could go back to when we need to stay grounded.
It's true what they say, there's no place like home ā but perhaps it's not just the place itself. It's the feeling of control and calm, in a world that is ever changing and demanding.