Wow, I’v been quite a long time gone from here. I stopped back in today, looking for a picture I had remembered and wanted to show to a coworker. This evening I started clicking through some old posts. Memories and feelings started coming back, and I stopped skimming when I came to this post. I could almost feel the rush of air, hear the growl of the thunder, and see the rain pouring from the eves. What struck me the most though, was looking back over the past year and remembering the numerous times I have said “I miss _____ from being in the Phils”. There are the nights that I am hit by an intense craving for a cold glass of calamansi flavoured water, the days I have left work and wished it was under the intense heat of the Davao sun and that I was walking with my friends to share a plate of garlic rice, and the mornings I want to be seeing the sunrise through the slats in the birthroom windows, standing beside a friend who has just held out her hands to catch a new life. What a reminder that good is still something that prevails. It’s difficult to remember the frustration of learning, the exhaustion of late nights and early mornings, and the irritation of living in close quarters. Even now, when midwifery seems to have such an unclear role in my future, I would never trade those years of my life and the experiences and friends they bestowed on me. I miss the familiar.