August 15, 1992

Fourteen years ago on this date, my family left the Philippines to start a new life in the States. An anniversary of sorts, I guess.

I was seven at the time. I remember being excited to fly on an airplane for the first time, I had imagined that the U.S. was above the Philippines the snow acting as the clouds. My reasoning was that why else would you have to fly into the sky, but to land somwhere up higher?

It's kind of ironic that I'm back here in the Philippines on this date. Come to think of it, I was also here for our thirteenth anniversary last year.