Nostalgia is a funny thing

I could really use a break right now, a major one; one that'll allow me to rethink how I've lived my life since the year started and how I'd like to live for the remainder of the year. But it's odd to be writing this when I just came from a stress-free weekend spent in my hometown, in the safest place to be.

We aren't going to any pristine beaches or do one of those adrenaline-inducing activities today, we'll try to pause and breathe in one of my favorite spots in Tagbilaran in Bohol.

I've been visiting Bohol for work in the past. I've been passing by this road from Tagbilaran City to Panglao Island and I've always admired the view especially when we're nearing the bridge connecting Mainland Bohol with Panglao Island. I remember spending a night on the bridge with the moon above me glaring in approval of whatever was happening that night or so I thought. I've always loved it, how slow things went, how unimportant the world beyond; but just like anything else, that moment had to end. It had to.

During my last trip to Bohol, Jaya of Hive account@thegoodbi and I had about two hours or so before our boat ride back to Cebu City. After checking out of our hotel, I told Jaya we should go somewhere to chill. Waiting for our ride inside the terminal is boring! That's when I started Googling " coffee shops nearby": I've found a few but this cafe by the ocean with a view of Panglao Island captured my heart. We found ourselves riding a motorcycle heading to Mosia Cafe. When we arrived, Jaya and I had the entire place to ourselves. We ordered and took all the time we had. Jaya stayed inside while I took out my notebook and chose a seat outside of the airconditioned cafe and at the table right across the ocean, I sat in solitude, in agony and perhaps, with regret.

I remember scribing a few prose and poems but I never had a chance to finish them. Maybe I never will.