Instead of feeling like I have 2 countries to call home, I feel homeless. Yesterday, when Chat and I were driving around, I was so ecstatic for the fact that I am here. In the US. With Chat. But there's that subconscious tugging feeling of missing the people I left behind in Cebu. I think about my boys, I think about my cat and then there's my farm. Of all the things that keep me going there, it is the farm that I consider my lifeline; it is what neutralizes me when I start to spew venom of complaints about the filth and congestion in the city.

But food remains to be a comfort for such a time of longing and confusion.