Remembering...

I was born and brought up well (I'd like to think) in Molave, Zamboanga del Sur.

My parents met, got married and raised a brood of five here. My mom grew up in Molave as well. She has better stories about it in her own blog. Fate intervened and so we moved to Ozamiz City. But we have never stricken Molave out of our system. We still have a house in the town the we so love. My mother still goes there every now and then to do some banking transactions (she still won't by internet and phone banking) and meet up with old friends.

I visited Molave in May to try to vote but since I can never wake up early, I got there a few minutes before 3pm in my watch but apparently it was already 3 in their watches--which is weird since other precincts were still open. So, I wasn't able to vote. First time ever since I officially became a voter. Too bad. But the visit afforded me a chance to look around. I wasn't so happy with what I saw but I think time will put things in their proper order somehow. Soon, I hope.