It has been three months since the first day I have set foot on this island, the Queen City of the South as the Cebuanos would often boast, to review for the local board examination and have since admitted that I like Cebu, with its several big malls, and numerous CD shops, and comprehensive bookstores, and fancy-dressing chicks, and pristine shores, among other things, better than my little town of Butuan.

Or was it merely exaggerated by the sense of freedom and independence, which I have suffered to live without during what seems like an eternity of imprisonment in Butuan, that the three months promised?

Whatever it was, as the days crept past, the excitement of that first day of being entirely on my own slowly wore out and replaced, little by little, by the feeling of severe longing for that place I have come to hate and love. And while it is true that Butuan may be infinitely inferior to Cebu City (or any other cities, as a matter of fact, that have earned the title city) , however, I couldn't think of any place I would rather be right now.

10 days na lang... uwi na ako!