After leaving my cousin’s house this morning to go back to Parañaque, I decided to pay a visit to my bank to order a new checkbook and update my UITF profile. On the way there, I passed through UP, CP Garcia, then Teacher’s Village. There were a lot of new restaurants and CP Garcia was greener than I last saw it.

I sort of miss this area. It was home for a while.

I didn’t drop by our former neighbor’s place because I needed to go to the bank first. Maybe I’ll come back here after I drive my cousin to QC following my aunt’s burial on Friday.

I felt a little pang of nostalgia. My feelings were mixed: I miss the area that I used to intimately know but I am also thankful that I no longer live here because of the horrendous traffic and the apartment was old and leaky. I couldn’t put my finger in it—feelings of wistfulness, regret, sadness, and some inexplicable emotion were jumbled inside me…

I worked for a bit at the funeral, went to SM to buy something for my cousins that was needed for the tribute to my aunt. I also bought a sweater because it was freezing in the chapel.

I just needed a place to crash tonight because there’s only one bed and one two-seater couch in the family room of the chapel. I don’t want to drive back again to QC and come back to Parañaque the next day. The chauffer/personal assistant/emotional support animal needs her sleep.

I’m now having a two-hour massage because all of that driving has frozen my back.

Ah bliss…