Enduring the boredom of staying at home makes it a hell on earth. Its been four months since I left Manila to visit my 94 year-old mother in the province and it felt like I’m a sloth in the middle of the forest climbing trees after trees in slomo. Disengaging myself from my daily routine within the active and fast city time and keeping in touch with the slow and idle moments of provincial time meant loosing track of the days in a week. Instead, I was chasing a loitering day and a choking night.
Within 4 months, I’ve gone to the city 3 times only because of the quarantine periods and other regulations pertaining to the lockdowns. Joining the uneasiness of driving are the checkpoints which made me feel on the verge of wilting a little.
Longing for home ? Yes. And I’m missing my home in Manila. I can’t help but think about the physical condition of my house. It might be very dirty already. The stink of the stray felines’ feces in the garage could be overpowering. The stench of cockroaches in the kitchen. The dusty floor may already be colored smog. Maybe the rats made the engine of my car their home. And the mosquitoes had multiplied a hundredfold.
How many months more can I travel and be back to Manila? Reports have been made public about flights being canceled, re-booked and canceled again. People have been flowing to the airport but flights have been called off. Some flights have not been confirmed. Some have waited for months and made the airport their temporary home and shelter.
But what’s the fuzz all about? Oh! COVID-19 is wiping the population dry if a solution could not be found in the earliest time possible. This Wuhan virus could kill us all.