[police officer] “sir are you in possession of any illegal drugs”
“sure thing son whatchu need”
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Yesterday (after two days of phone interviews) I was hired in JP Morgan Chase & Company. I have a job. I am finally leaving Zamboanga. Funny thing is that I am now starting to live an adult life. I still feel like a kid. This is so odd for me.
Home is not a place. Home is a person. I’m going home soon. I’m going home to my little brother in Cebu soon. “And these places and these faces are getting old so I’m going home” sings Daughtry. Yeah, they sure are. But home, no, home never gets old. I don’t want to go back to Zamboanga even if I’m going to have to I don’t intend to stay. Zamboanga never felt like home. Like I said, home is not a place, it’s a person. Besides, it let me go but it doesn’t realize I’ve let it go a long time ago.