Been feeling down a bit lately.
It might be my period, but it’s probably because I’m bored.
Yep. I’m bored.
A little backstory. We moved from Cebu City to Daanbantayan in January 2026 as we opened our dental clinic. This business venture of mine and my partner’s requires our full attention. We want this to succeed. We dreamed about this, especially her. If you want even more backstory, I moved from my hometown of Tarlac to Cebu around five or six years ago because I wanted to experience living alone and living in a city.
But look at me now. I’m living in the province again.
What makes this a little funny is that just a few months ago, I was fully embracing the quiet life. The slow life. Fishing, beach walks, and simply existing without constantly being in a rush. Yet here I am today, rambling on my blog about being bored in the province.
I guess both things can be true.
I think it’s normal to feel bored sometimes. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. Knowing me, I always want to create something, build something, or go somewhere. Sometimes I feel limited here because there aren’t a lot of options available. I don’t know how to drive, so most of the time I have to wait for my partner to finish work before we can run errands or go somewhere to unwind.
A little peek into our life here.
We live in her parents’ house. We have our room, our little cat house, and our car parked outside. There are coffee shops a few minutes away, which honestly helps more than they know. If we’re craving fast food, our choices are pretty limited. Jollibee is nearby, but the nearest McDonald’s is around two to three hours away. Starbucks doesn’t exist here unless we’re willing to spend three to four hours traveling back to the city.
Ah yes, the city.
We still drive there from time to time to buy supplies or whenever we miss it. It’s been almost a month since we last went, I think. Maybe I’m exaggerating. Maybe today just feels longer than usual.
But I miss it.
I miss waking up, feeding the cats, taking a shower, packing my laptop, and heading to a café. Not because I had somewhere important to be, but because I could. Sometimes I worked. Sometimes I just sat quietly with a cup of coffee and my thoughts.
I miss that version of my routine.
Maybe that’s what I’m really missing.
Not the traffic. Not the crowds. Not even the convenience.
I miss having a little more freedom to disappear for a few hours and just be by myself. Maybe I need to learn how to drive. At least then, whenever I feel like going somewhere, I can just go.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this post.
Maybe nowhere.
Maybe this is just one of those nights when my hormones and my thoughts decided to work together against me.
But I really do hope city life won’t miss me.
Because as much as I miss the city sometimes, our life here is better in so many ways. We’re building something of our own. We’re closer to the people we love. The pace is slower. The air is cleaner. The nights are quieter.
There are just days like today when I find myself looking back.
Not because I want to return, but because a part of me still lives there.
And I think that’s okay.