16 January 2005

Home is where the TV is

There are some things whose presence you typically ignore until it gets taken away from you. And then you miss it terribly.

We had a company meeting last weekend in Tagaytay. I usually get to stay overnight in these areas as part of a business trip; I really would not intentionally set-off anywhere unless necessary; put me in front of the TV and hand me the remote, or give me a good book and I'd be content right where I am.

The setting was quite nostalgic. We got to stay in wooden cottages. I made a beeline for our cottage assignment and guess what I looked for first: The TV and cable channels available: my two companions for late night work and among the last things I see before getting a shuteye.

I miss TV.

It was unbelievable but somehow I managed to get through the night. And early in the morning, I opened the door to a dewdrop-laden, foggy, overcast morning. A cool breeze wafted by and I crossed my arms to brace myself from the cold. Ah, it was a nice change, waking up to the sight of a wide sky, and sub-urban surroundings.

And it made me miss home too.
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