Day two in Bacolod and morning sun is out shining just like the other day. It was another good opportunity to stroll around with Marcus who surprisingly still remembers the streets very well. In fact, he decides where to go and I just push along.
It was more than a year since we were here as we skipped last December’s vacation. Our subdivision hasn’t changed a lot, except for an ongoing construction a few blocks from our house. It would be the largest in the area once completed.
The place in general didn’t improve a lot but it didn’t deteriorate any further either. At least moving around wasn’t as depressing like in the past years. Or maybe I have just gotten used to seeing houses gradually changing from grand to bland state. Others almost becoming deserted for whatever reasons. Maybe nothing stays permanent after all. (My mother’s car is gone but except for the inconvenience of losing transport for Marcus’ wheelchair I’m happy that it’s gone due to the headache it’s been giving her.)
I don’t know when we would be back again after this short vacation but our neighborhood of mixed social status will always be a perfect reminder for me that neither will stay rich nor poor. We are all just passing through. We will all just pass away anyway, ready or not.
Mood: 2/10 Honks! (Always a pleasure to have a talk with mother.)