Life is Beautiful

So. The thing about being away from home for a year is that when you
get back, your reaction can only go two ways. Either you A) Hate
everything. or B) Love everything.

I
find it somewhat ironic that I strictly belong in the B category right
now, since I was never really happy with how things were run in the
Philippines. I mean, driving here is insane and traffic rules are
suggestions rather than law, but now I’m actually so damned happy to be
back you can’t even believe it.

It’s absolutely brilliant:
Everything is dirt cheap. You don’t have to make an appointment a week
in advance to see friends. People aren’t afraid to show cleavage (not
that Japanese women have any cleavage to show, but you get the point).

I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for the past year and I finally got the chance to exhale.

I feel *fantastic*.

Manila: Your weather is obscenely hot and half your drivers should be in jail, but you’re mine and I love you. Don’t ever change.