I went home for the holy week, basically to spend time with my parents and old time friends. It's quite an occasion when my dad comes home to see us, because it doesn't really happen all the time. and yes. we got used to the idea.
So being home gives me such a relaxed feeling over matters, I can decide, I can think straight and I can get added value judgment and wisdom from my old folks and yes i can slack all day without having to worry about breakfast, lunch and dinner. In this confusing world, It's nice to know you have roots and you have such an identity to go back to when things overwhelm you.
You see, I love my Long Board, It's an NSP epoxy board

Although I don't get to spend much time with her lately because I was busy with work, I flee out of the country, went back, flew again, went back, and finally settled- hopefully. I haven't played with my board for almost 2 years going three if it not for my will to finally say oh fuck go out there and play. yes, the board is a female counter part of mine, and her name is Julian.
and yes the places i went to for the past 2 years either didn't have a surf spot, or it did but it's not as great as the ones we have here in the Philippines. I remember she used to travel with me a lot, and she gets the attention too for her length and size.
Today, I was so happy to see my board, to see her-Julian, same old board i left in the shack. still my pretty board. I had a great time being one with the ocean again and entrusting my life to her, and Julian didn't let me down.
I was hanging out with the other Surfers earlier, listening to Jason Mraz, Mighty Mighty bosstones, reel big fish, blink 182 under the red hot sun. GSM blue, grilled squid, fish and clams. solve. It felt as if I didn't want to leave the surf camp and head back home.
Home is where I am right now. and I know Julian is in a safe place, back to the shack- her home. when I will see her? I don't know. no promises.
"I never let on that I was down.You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore, You blame yourself for wanting more" - Zero, Smashing Pumpkins

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