26 May 2004 | A roadtrip arm-out-the-van-window shot of the Pacific Ocean as we drive south of Manila to Grandma’s house in Bicol. The roads were rough, but the sea looked calm.
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I’m back, refreshed and recharged, slightly changed and hugely inspired, and mostly, oh mostly, incredibly moved — whether to tears or to roaring laughter — by my faraway family.
Whenever I leave home for awhile, I begin to remember what’s really important. What moves me. Who matters most. It tumbles forth when I’m looking out a plane window, walking down a crowded street or lying in a stranger’s bed. It’s as if leaving is the only way to discover where I’ve been.