Fell In Love with The City of Love
I’ll start this write-up by sharing a quite negative feeling that’s been with me ever since I met my college friends. Envy. I envy them whenever they talk about their hometowns, of how proud they are that they were born in a place where they feel at home. And whenever the bottle spins and points at me, I have nothing to discuss when it comes to ‘hometown’ because, honestly, I feel like I don’t belong in the place where I grew up. I just feel different. I feel like an outcast, too far from the mindset and culture that they’ve passed on from generations to generations. Even when I was in elementary, I’d like to think that I was bullied not because I was “bully-ble” but was too different and too peculiar for them. I also gained little to no friends at all when I was in high school just because I thought maybe I’m either behind or ahead of their culture. Too cut this short, I was just different, I don’t belong to Mina. As much as I like to call myself a Minanhon, I just don’t resonate wi