Iāve carried this story quietly for a long time…
Ever since we moved to Oslob in 2021, Iāve been holding an ache I didnāt always know how to name ā the ache of leaving a home I loved.
Letting go of our Alabang townhouse broke my heart in ways I didnāt expect. We left because life required it: farming plans, business decisions, homeschooling, practicality, survival.
And since then, weāve never really gone back, except for a short visit two years ago that only reminded me of what we had left behind.
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