Author: Angelo R. Lacuesta
WHEN I WAS YOUNG I dreaded leaving my city for the countryside. It meant leaving the space around me: a small desk, a twin-sized bed, and the wall beside it, covered with posters of my favorite bands. There was also the street I lived on, my bestfriends house two blocks away, the store another block after that. A little farther out was the avenue lined with grocery stores, cafes, and video game arcades I regularly visited. Across it was the school I attended. And just a bus and a jeepney ride away was the mall I went to with friends for ice cream and sausage sandwiches and comic books.