I don’t miss home as much as I thought I would, but I feel nostalgic about the comforts of privilege. Nostalgic only. I don’t miss it all that much, but I do miss having a nice mall. A nice Ayala Mall that houses the kids I always run into who always always give me an ego pick me up, or a nice place to just sit down with friends I call family and have healthy conversation with them.
To be honest though, plunging into New York is what every conyo kid should do at one point.
