Moving Out!

Can't wait to be back in the city. Being far away from the noise is good, but I've been missing a lot of noise lately.
I have lived a very nomadic life since I was born. My parents who met in Manila (my mother's from Barotac and my pops roots from Guimaras) are not "settlers" and we've skipped through a series of apartments and houses for rent until I was 11. I was born in Paranaque, raised in Pasay, lived in Baclaran, Villamor Airbase and even as far as Trece Martirez City Cavite until my mom got pregnant with my little bro and decided to transfer to Iloilo. My father was a seaman and it's just me, my mom and my sister in this cute little subdivision called Capitol Hills. The "akyat bahay gangs" suddenly became a trend and it left us no choice but to move to the province so my aunts and uncles can assist my mom when she gives birth. She said we'll stay for a year. That was 12 years ago. And I now find myself in Oton.
And now, at 22, I'm moving out again. I really don't have a problem with it. But I'll miss my bed.