I just got back from a Manila trip over the weekend to visit a friend who had lost her father.
We had to go to travel around to several cities. We flew in early Saturday morning and news was out about the chaos over NAIA Terminal after a plane landed badly. We then went straight to Quezon City to console our friend.
After couple of hours, we went to her condominium to drop our backpacks and freshen up. We were so tired from the trip that we managed to only walk to Megamall to have dinner and look around.
Later that night, as I looked over the skylights. I could not help but think of the years I spent in Manila. The question in my mind was “What is independence for you?”
There are times when I stop and think about what moving to Manila has done to me. There are good things like being more open minded and building grit but somehow I feel that it made me a slave to the shallow side of the world.
In my quest for independence, I ended up in bondage of capitalism.
I am realising how much of a bliss it was to grow up in a simple city.
While Ormoc is a city, it still felt quite provincial. I grew up at a time when internet was not yet accessible, where books, radio and TV were the main source of content.
Back when google did not exist and Grolier Encyclopedia was considered the go-to for reference.
Living in a bigger city really took a toll on me. It made me a lot more cynical and lost. I met people who did not help me grow instead they helped in my destruction.
Being back in Cebu has given me time to heal and rethink of those ordeals. The lifestyle is a lot laid back and I still get to work in quite an innovative company.
I am in a much happier place now, however, I do not know until when I will stay in this city. Maybe, I will be back again in a city to open a new opportunity.
What do you think is the price for city life?