"Surely the hardest days of my life since I moved to France was when I lost my father. It was really difficult because everything happened in the middle of the pandemic when moving around cities was a challenge, not to mention countries or in my case continents. Aside from flying all the way back to the Philippines, I needed to stay for almost a week in a hotel for quarantine. The days felt longer and the wait was agonizing - I just wanna go home and be with him. Still it was a blessing to have been there beside him on his last days but until now, there was never a day I did not miss him. As they say, we really don't get over the pain of losing, we just get to learn how to live with it. Through time, and through the thought that they live through us in our memories and in our hearts. This made me stronger to continue challenging myself on this life abroad because I know, I may not see him, but I can feel that he is proud of me."

"When you have lived in different cities, that's where the difficulty of knowing which place you should call your home, in fact it's everywhere. Like right now, I'm staying in Barcelona, but I don't know where I'm moving next. Even if those places I lived in are memorable and was home for a moment in time, I cannot come back there and feel like it's home anymore because now, I'm a different person than who I was in those moments in the past. So for me home is not really defined by a place, maybe it's about the people who are in that place and also the period of time you are in. And when you have people everywhere you lived at, it's difficult to have only one home. It's both everywhere and nowhere."