It’s 2 a.m. but I’m not lying in bed. I’m writing… Thunder and rain for a background music. How’s that?
For a wife, mother, teacher and student like me who does not have the luxury of time to write, the wee hours of the morning is a good time to indulge this flickering passion of mine. I’m not complaining, I’m actually celebrating right now. Writing is a celebration for me.
I’m in Pampanga. I’m blogging from Pampanga right now! After three years I’m back here writing again. This blog was born here, so writing tonight feels like celebrating a baby’s first birthday.
I was here in 2009 for the Camp Blog IB of the iSchools Program of the CICT. That’s when blogging came into my life. It was the most luxurious 11 days of my life. We stayed in plush villas in Mimosa Clark. We were pampered with fine dining and expensive cars taking us around the Mimosa Estate. However, it was also the most nerve-wracking writing workshop I ever had, but I always remember it with a smile. From that experience, I learned a lot not only about writing but also about life…
I’m back in Pampanga sans villas and luxury cars. In fact we came here on our own expense (on a loan actually). And right now I’m writing cross-legged not on a soft bed but on the cold floor of an office in an elementary school. I just slept on the floor! I’m a “floor leader” tonight, this morning rather.
It’s a far cry from what I had in 2009 but I’m happier this time. You see, right now the thunderstorm is made powerless by the comforting snores of my husband and the cold night is made warm by my daughter’s arms around me. This time I’m not lonely in far away Pampanga. My loved ones are with me. It makes this office feels like home.