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Homecoming

2007.10.15
Tomorrow I fly "home." That's what everyone always says when they talk about going back to the Philippines, and though I've spent 30 of my 32 years in Canada, I still refer to it as "home." Strange huh?

It's definately strange to me. In the photo above I was just shy of two, and that would mark the end of my life as a Philippine resident, and I would not return again until I was 26.

My first trip back was in 2001, and I stayed for 3.5 months. I had a few choices as to where to live, I chose to live with an uncle who lived in a dilapidated cinder-block and corregated iron home that was built over an open sewer canal and right next to active train tracks (see above).


"Why?" is the usual question.

My answer is not so easy. I wanted to experience "real" life. And by real, I meant real for the majority of the Filipino population. I don't care for living in luxury in a place where the vast majority live in squalor. It guilts me out.

In 2005, I went back for four months to do some voluntary work with a Philippine NGO (see above).

This time I'm doing it again. I've never been back for this time of year, and for this sort of mission, so it's going to be interesting.

I expect some adventures, it should be fun.

Hang on people, the madness begins...
3 Comments
davidcardona Great work! Congrats!
davidcardona · 2007-10-16: 18:43
jendayee Beautiful post !!
I know how you feel when you say home and have lived more outside... Same to me, but they say home is where the cut part of your bellybutton is burried !
Have fun where you're going and tell us about your experience !
jendayee · 2007-10-16: 20:20
ameliegervais I like your work..to follow!
ameliegervais · 2008-01-30: 13:01
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