It's been 3 weeks since I've got back from the Philippines. I have to say, it was a lot easier to deal with this time compared to when I went there the first time. I think the biggest difference was that this time I had someone to cry to. I had the time of my life while I was there. I think that it was the fact I was surrounded by people for 3 weeks. Here, I'm alone. I don't get to hear the random conversations in tagalog walking down the street. No more random rooster crows throughout the day. I don't get to hear the random puttering of 2 stroke tricycles at strange hours in the morning.
So now I''m stuck here 3 weeks later watching the videos from while I was there in a weak attempt at recreating the constant background noise. It's not working so well. I feel all....empty. Almost as if I want to cry but theres nothing left. I know theres nothing left because I cried 4 days in a row when I got back. That's 2 more days than the first time. The difference was the first time, I was left feeling empty and hollow for the whole first week. I didn't get that this time. Now I'm stuck here missing everyone terribly and struggling to deal with the lifestyle here again

I miss the philippines.