Girl At Home

As I walked through the streets - with lights of different hues, overlapping sounds of great delight,  and smiles of warm kindness - I found familiarity to every bit of the place. I felt magic, I felt love, as if I was meant to experience that feeling, as if I was waiting to be there for a long time. That was the moment I knew, I was home. 

It's been a long time since the last moment I allowed myself to mingle with the festivities of the outside world. But lately I've realized that every moment I spent limiting myself in the corners of our house, I lost the chance to explore and know more about my place, my town, my true home. 

Simballay - Knowing My Home, My Balay

Sort of pretty "jeje" as it may sound but seriously, this is the real deal of my experience during the 23rd Simballay Festival. The creativity of my co-Nabunturanons brought life and magic to our own bountiful graces. With the booths ingeniously featuring the locals' way of living, original crafts and arts, tourist spots, and many more, I felt the connection to my place.