I just got back from jogging inside my host family's posh neighborhood here in Surprise, Arizona.
It's past nine in the morning but the place is entirely deserted. Not a wandering soul in the streets. Everyone's at work, I understand.
Now I know this is life in America. Nice and cozy houses, flashy cars, super-sized food - all gotten through hard work. Not a single hour is wasted on making "tambay".
I like how that sounds, but I'm not quite sure if that's the life I'd like to live for the rest of my life. I guess I still treasure the considerably laidback life in the Philippines. The money may not be as much, but I do have more time to smell the roses.
Anyway, the jogging part was good, as I haven't had any decent exercise since I arrived here in the US of A. It was hard to push some sweat. It's cold in here.
While running, I tried dreaming of having any one of the houses I see. My mind drifted, wandered. This life, if brought to the Philippines could be my heaven. Oh well.
When I decided to get back home, I got lost in the maze of like-looking villas, all wearing shades of brown. It took me some time to re-trace my steps and figure out where to go. He he. Tangent, di ba?