Do I miss home? Probably.
Am I angry, still? Most probably.
Am I getting melancholic yet again? No.
Have I gone to church? No.
Had my nails painted light pink? Not yet.
Slept naked inside the bathroom? Yes.
So here's the thing.
I'm happy here. That's the self-diagnosis after 10 days of familiarizing the Negros Oriental map, 6 to 7 aired news stories, 4 missed lunch meals, 7 calls to family and close friends, a dozen room-and/or-apartment choices, 4 kilos of laundry, 2 calls to check on L, 2 liters of coke, one T.V. series, 6 movies, and yes, only 3 bottles of beer.
And guess what.
I still talk to strangers.