cold hands, warm heart

my hands are cold as i write this. but there’s this certain warmth radiating from within as i remember these memories of us in hale manna, this resort in moalboal we always end up going when we’re in cebu.

it’s a nice resort and i would definitely recommend it to anyone who asks but my only gripe against it is that it doesn’t have that shoreline i want. purely aesthetic. but in my defense, i’m the kind of beach person who likes to lounge around on the sand because i’m freaking scared of drowning. to those who actually enjoy being in the water, shorelines are irrelevant.

nope, not me.

give me sandy shores any time and i’ll burn my ass, skin, and retina sitting there all day, holding a book with one hand and a bottle of pear cider on the other. reading, or trying to, until the words blur either out of drowsiness or drunkenness, whichever comes first. my definition of early retirement. surely, raven should’ve stopped breastfeeding by then!

that would be the dream now, wouldn’t it?

jeff says it’s doable — sell everything and just go. but my question is, is it feasible? because as tempting as the whole idea sounds, there’s a lot to think of. and i’m not exactly enough of a daredevil to risk everything by flying somewhere else. which, ironically, was exactly what i did when i came here in australia, having nothing and knowing no one. so maybe everything’s bound to fall into place. the universe takes care of us somehow.

but having said that, if i do retire, i wanna live by the beach. somewhere south of cebu, although i wouldn’t mind the northern bit if it’s camotes or bantayan island.

a girl can dream, right?

for now, i’ll hold on to these images as a preview of what’s to come. because i’m blindly optimistic like that. the glass is always full.

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