It’s amusing how a bigger place can offer a smaller world. And how a smaller place can offer a larger world. In a short span of time-I’ve lived in both. They say that it’s all a matter of how you perceive everything and I agree. Depending on how we see things, everything is relative.

I keep seeing visions of the previous life I’ve had in the States recently. I remember the restaurants we used to visit, the scenic views of the bay that I used to get lost in, and the trips I’d take to the city to shop and take long walks. Life can be ideal there. I miss it and I somewhat wish I could go back in time to experience it again. Though it can get stressful at work and lonely sometimes, it had its wonderful moments.

I ask myself if I want to go back and I feel uncertain. I’d like to live a life there again but perhaps I’m just not ready yet. For now, I’m still finding out the possibilities that this small space amidst the jungle of concrete, steel and glass offers.

It’s somehow ironic that these two places can offer opposites. They both contain the pieces of the puzzle of the world I desire. How can I put them together? Or do some of us always have to live in places that have certain pieces missing? Is it possible to make things whole?

I watch people around me and I find that they’re settled. They stand firmly on the ground beneath their feet and they’re consumed with strengthening its foundation. It’s like they’ve pieced the puzzle together and have now started to apply cement. I sometimes wonder why I’m not like them. I’m still trying to find out where I belong.