My mom is a filipina, my dad is french, I was born and raised with my sister in Germany, I study in Switzerland and I work in France. I could not be more of a vagabond if I wanted to...
The only thing I hate when meeting new people, is when they ask me were I come from. I don't really have a country I can call my own. I am french, but I never lived in France. I am German, but there is no german blood in me. I am filipina, but I don't speek the language and don't know the culture, I am Swiss but only a few months a year.
After years of years of wondering where I am from I realised there is no easy answer to that question... and there doesn't have to be. My job requires me to travel anyways, so having no real "roots" makes it easier for me... I don't feel like I am leaving something behind, but more like I am gaining something new.
It took me a long time to figure out where HOME was... The realisation came when I met my best friends. Home is where your heart is. Home is that one place in the world you want to be when you are happy, when you are sad and when you just don't want to be alone... And for me that place is Manila. My best friends live here. It's not the city or the parties that make me feel like I am not a stranger when I am here, it's those special people that make me feel like everything will always be alright. That can actually convince me that even though today it may be raining, tomorrow the sun will shine again, I just have to have faith.
I love my friends, because after years of searching where I belong, they gave me a home to come back to whenever I needed to tank up some energy when I feel like the world is crashing down on me and I don't know how to make it to the next day...
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