Happy New Year, everyone! :) I promised myself I'd post a New Year's post, but I do it every year, so I'm gonna mix it up a bit.

Besides the usual losing weight and getting my act together as resolutions for the year, I have ONE resolution that I can't let the next 364 days go by without doing.

I want to visit home. :'(

It took a 4 and a half day weekend, the Pastorfide's to visit, the choir to sing "Joy to the World" and making babad on Multiply for me to realize how much I've missed out on the things going on at home; it was mostly the visit from Gayle and Georgia that slapped me in the face, really. All the kwento's about the Povedans and what they've been up to really made me miss my friends back home. Life's not the same without them, and even though sometimes I may not be able to imagine living my life the way I did back home anymore, I still miss the people who I grew up with; the people who made me who I am today --- NO DRAMA!

I was looking at my bestfriend Trish's Multiply a while ago, and it hit me HARD. Trish is my bestfriend, only because through my memory, that's how I left her --- my bestfriend. I haven't talked to her in months; I haven't called her for her birthday, Christmas or today, for New Year's. She's my bestfriend because... that's how I remember her. She has a new boyfriend; a guy that didn't exist in our high school sophomore lives. Her family lives in the Bay Area now; her house in Pasig is no more. It's so weird to realize how much things have changed in the past 4 (almost 5) years that I've been here. 

The last time I spoke with my other bestfriend Maikee was almost 6 months ago. Again, another bestfriend that I only remember by that; my bestfriend. She, too, had a boyfriend. And I was just as curious about him when I first heard of him as I hate him for breaking her heart (over, and over again) in the end.

That's all I can do. Hate the people my friends hate basing my feelings for these strangers through their stories. 

Don't get me wrong; I am in LOVE with my life here in the States, but if I lived my life any different, would I have loved life as much if I grew up here, and not in Manila?

So at least, for one week. AT LEAST, one week. I want to go back to the Philippines and see my friends. I feel like our relationships were all put in time capsules; it's time to dig it all back up and pick up where we left off --- hopefully.