When I said that I was on the search for something in my travels, I’m lucky enough to say that I’ve already found it.
Having created this was just the start of having my own creative freedom, a platform to be vulnerable, and share what inspires me. Through these experiences, something revealed itself in the wake of my contentment - the root of it all.
Hate to sound all sappy on you but it was one of those moments in life that when you know, you know.
Right now, this feeling of being completely enriched and grateful to have discovered my roots and learn about my family history is all that I've been searching for. Since taking this trip with my mom, hearing stories from her childhood just confirmed how special some spark in her always was.
The thing is, I don’t have close relatives that live back home because most stayed out and around the Philippines (I now realize it's such a good thing though, it gives me a reason to visit!) so family events are a whole new world to me. I was anxious, nervous, and excited to meet new family while my mom reunited with hers. Everyone was so happy (myself included, I honestly couldn't stop smiling) and it was so special to see everyone in good spirits.
My mom (above). My mom and my grandma (middle).
My mom and her siblings grew up with a very humble and fortunate upbringing.
She came from parents with land owner blood ties and a father that was a well known and respected doctor (my grandpa was the first quarantine medical officer of the Port of Cagayan de Oro) and they had always kept their families close to them. These family ties, cousins, and more caught up with nothing but recollections of good memories of their childhood.
I was a proud daughter hearing about how her cousins remembered my mom. They have memories that she had the best clothes and would sometimes borrow from her (she has great taste!) and hearing how close their own mothers were - the three of them always attached at the hip gossiping and laughing together.
Being caught in the remembrance of these stories have inspired me.
In a way, these are me now.
Literally, I've walked the streets my mother walked on her way to school.
I’ve set foot on the land my grandparents owned.
I’ve eaten some of my parents favorite childhood foods.
I’ve seen with my own eyes and ears the insane musical talent my Titos have while doing what they love and performing folk music at their folk house.
I’ve met adorable little cousins with the patience and willingness to teach me their native language.
I actually became curious about my parents and their childhood.
After realizing your own curiosity and the importance of asking questions, it can broaden your own understanding of your life and will be the beginning in knowing a part of yourself - maybe even be the best part of yourself you'll ever come to discover.
Learning your own culture is nothing like history class. It will stand the test of time just like a good folk song.
Holding on to your roots, your family, and culture can give you a sense of power that I consider essential, so exciting, and worth every moment of exploring.
Sometimes, it's okay to live in the past and never forget where you came from.
xo A
What are some experiences that make you who you are?
