waking up not knowing

i freaked out when i woke up today.
i didn't know where i was. the setup was the same as where i'm crashing as of the moment except for some details.

for a second i thought, maybe i really didn't go back to the philippines yet. but that'd be an extremely long nightmare.

but yeah, i like waking up not knowing where i am. not in the damn-i-had-such-a-crazy-night-now-i-have-a-killer-hangover-and-i-don't-know-how-i-ended-up-here sense. i remember having mornings like these during my year abroad. especially when i was on couchsurfing.

i recall telling Vane when i slept over her house in Alta Villa that i had slept good and me forgetting where i was indicated that because that meant i felt comfortable during my sleep which usually is just at home. you know when you sleep over someone's place and even though you slept well, you still feel uneasy because you know even in your dreams that your at a different place. and so, i rambled on and on again.

anyway, i am at frank's place. slept over after the salubong for his birthday and will head out to see the garage sale of chachi in a while. glad i can still file this under "wandering". and maybe, tagaytay tonight with the boys.

goes and wanders

photo: curtain pic from a room at frank's