I suddenly missed UP Diliman. A bit of kirot (ache) somewhere in my gut.

Ironic though. I always stuck to living in places near UP Diliman because it reminded me of my hometown, for obvious reasons. When I got homesick, I just go to the campus and live among the trees for a while. It has been like that for at least 20 years.

Now that I’m back in my hometown, I am missing UP Diliman despite it being smaller, hotter, and drier. I miss the bike rides and the food like Rodic’s tapsilog. I miss the Maginhawa food establishments. On weekends, my girls and I would have many places to pick from for our meal out after doing the grocery shopping. These days when we open Grab Food delivery, there weren’t many to choose from. Yes, this is a university town and there are more food estblishments than in normal small towns but we were spoiled by the wider array choices in UP Diliman since it is in an urban area.

I had an argument with my sisters over Viber this morning. My older sister threatened to throw the foster kitties out because they scratched their outdoor slippers.

They also complained of the poop smelling outside their house. I know the offenders are the other stray cats trying to barge in this area and the kittens know how to bury their own poop on my side of the property. But I didn’t want to argue anymore because it’s no use debating with close-minded people.

So here’s my ad I posted on Facebook and Instagram.

“Hello, seeking kind-hearted souls who would want to adopt rescue kittens that I had been fostering. Cuddly and docile, litter-trained and dewormed. Need to find good homes soon because feline-hating neighbors threatened to throw them out in the harsh and dangerous world.

Please PM me.”

My heart is breaking. 💔