Growing up in a small city, I always wondered how it’s like to live in a big one, with tall buildings everywhere you look at.
But now that I am living in the metro with almost concrete everywhere, I can’t help but wish to be back home. To be away from the never-ending noise and have a break from inhaling dirty air. Being home also means that I am just minutes away from the farm.
And after seeing this carabao, don’t you just want to escape the city for a while?
What I like about being on the farm are the peace and quiet. It allows you to think of things with a clear head. And partly because I have a lot of childhood memories here.
We used to sleep over that dilapidated house, too, when it was still considered livable. But now, the only thing that old house does is remind us of what used to be.
Growing up simply has its own way of separating you from people you used to know.
On a bright note, going back to the farm allowed me to meet people from my childhood. I think nothing much changed except that we are not getting any younger.
I also befriended this farm dog who can’t hide his joy of having a visitor.
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