The six-hour drive is the only transition between my adventures in Baguio and my reality. That long drive serves a purpose. In that span, you slowly let go of the cool uphill ride to Mines View, the creepiness of Camp John Hay at 1:00 in the morning, the cool party people from UPM, and even the ghost stories of our neighbor in Green Valley.
My condolences to my friend, Jojo. His father passed away November 2. That was a wake up call for me. Having a parent of a close friend pass away made me realize that I’d never know when my parents will be gone for good.
I guess that’s it. The water is heated up and I have to take a bath. It’s back to the salt mines.
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