
Technically, there is no summer in the Philippines because it’s perpetually summer here. What we have is dry season and wet season. However, since we were an American colony, we adopted the term “summer” to call the dry season when school children are on a three-month break (March – May).
So here we are, my children lounging the days away. Twin I is bored out of her skull and finds ways to disturb my peace. Twin A, being a creative person and somewhat of an introvert, can find things to do on her own.
Maybe we should go back to Anilao next week.

Right now I’m sitting on my balcony, being serenaded by cicadas and morning birds. I remember the endless summers I had here in this same spot when I was my children’s age. I never thought I would be enjoying this again. It has been exactly three years this month since I moved back in my hometown, my kids in tow. It was short of a miracle that I was able to build my house without debt, how smooth everything was, from the construction down to the big move.
If it’s in God’s plan for you, He will make it happen.
I didn’t know I had that much money tucked away to make it possible. I thought home ownership was out of reach for me, considering I’m a solo parent.

I treasure these cicada-filled mornings. I never thought I would have them again in my life. We didn’t have this in the city. Whenever I had the opportunity to hear them in the city (mostly in UP Diliman), my heart ached for home.
So however small my house is, I always try to make it beautiful and cozy. I brought my kids to Ikea last week (when I attended a company briefing around the MoA complex) and let them choose a shower curtain to replace/be a substitute for the plain blue one we had the last 3 years.

I also stuck the Malang tray on my kitchen wall with the help of Command strips.



Life it short. Make every moment beautiful. Make it all count.
Yep, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, typhoons, floods…just another day in the Philippines.
Mayon Volcano just erupted today and the whole of Albay is covered with ashfall. Kanlaon is also rumbling while Taal is restless.
And they say Filipinos are always sunny and happy. You know why? Because we eat death and destruction for breakfast. We know how hard and fleeting life is so we just choose to be happy with every little thing that makes us smile instead of being morose and be perpetually cold like northern Europeans and Germans.













