I’ve carried this story quietly for a long time…
Ever since we moved to Oslob in 2021, I’ve been holding an ache I didn’t always know how to name — the ache of leaving a home I loved.
Letting go of our Alabang townhouse broke my heart in ways I didn’t expect. We left because life required it: farming plans, business decisions, homeschooling, practicality, survival.
And since then, we’ve 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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