{"id":506,"date":"2003-07-11T18:26:42","date_gmt":"2003-07-12T02:26:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=506"},"modified":"2003-07-11T18:26:42","modified_gmt":"2003-07-12T02:26:42","slug":"home-of-the-free","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2003\/07\/11\/home-of-the-free\/","title":{"rendered":"Home of the free"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>each year, the 4th of july becomes more and more about my independence than this country&#8217;s.<\/p>\n<p>i had a houseguest and a barbeque, i played hostess and tour guide, i scheduled outings and naptime. there were moments of hostess anxiety when i worried that something would go wrong, that we wouldn&#8217;t have a good time, that i was way in over my head, but everything fell into place.<\/p>\n<p>we had a lovely time. the afternoon ended in a siesta on my front lawn. we laughed and lounged until the sun climbed over the house. then we went back inside.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>in two weeks, i will step onto a plane and fly to the philippines, where i was born and only a piece of my heart still lives. i am going to see my grandmother whom i&#8217;ve missed dearly. i&#8217;ll also spend time with my aunts and uncles and cousins and people who are somehow related to me.<\/p>\n<p>they&#8217;ll make fun of my accent. i&#8217;ll make fun of their style. we&#8217;ll hug, laugh, and talk until it&#8217;s time for me to come back home.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>this is my home. this, these emotions i feel, these words i write, these clothes i wear. the light blue house with stately white pillars, shiny wood floors, big bright windows. your hand in mine. their laughter around me. my parents&#8217; voice booming on the telephone asking me when i&#8217;m coming over, again.<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s the home i&#8217;ve made and it&#8217;s the only home i know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>each year, the 4th of july becomes more and more about my independence than this country&#8217;s. i had a houseguest and a barbeque, i played hostess and tour guide, i scheduled outings and naptime. there were moments of hostess anxiety when i worried that something would go wrong, that we wouldn&#8217;t have a good time, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=506"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}