Songs about Heaven, part 2 (Homebound)

First, I’d like to give Selma a big thanks for she deemed me worthy of such an honorable award. Thank you, my friend! I will always remember that you deserve it first.

Anyhow, I was reading her latest post, The Sound Of Time A-Passing, earlier today. For some reason, I felt a little depressed afterwards. Perhaps, because I am at the same point in life as she is now. Although, sometimes I get busy with my own life that I forget about time and how it affects my relationship with my own family. It’s not easy for me to constantly think about my family as they are on the other side of the planet and I don’t get to see them often. Maybe once every twenty years. Yep, not much. Told ya.

This past week, I have also been wrapped up with packing and cleaning and getting ready for my big move this weekend. I might not even be on here for a few days while all this transitioning takes place.

But, back to family. I can’t tell you how many times I have woken up in the middle of the night, with tears in my eyes, wondering how much time is left until my aging parents finally depart. They’re in their early 70’s now. When I left home in the mid 80’s, my dad was tough like Goodfellas. Now, it’s like I’m watching Cocoon.

Anyhow, I didn’t mean to rattle off on this topic. After all, this post is about a song I wrote. It is installment number two of my Songs about Heaven series. On this one, I’m expressing heaven in the form of the house I grew up in. Not that it is anything comparable, in the least. But when you’re a kid growing up, it is the only place you know. It is the greatest place. And it is yours. This house is where you find security. This is where your innocence comes from. In this house, you might even have your own room. This room is where you build your personal sanctuary. It’s where you carve your very own identity. Yours was probably painted with an outrageous color. It’s where you have the coolest things flaunted like trophies. Like a stereo system (mine had a turntable to boot). Posters of KISS on the wall (at least for me, this was the case). And still, after a hard days work in school or a rough play with your next-door friends outside, you always come home to mom and dad. All muddy and hungry, sometimes. Hollering as you go into your room to change… “what’s for dinner, mom?”

Yeah, that’s home, alright. And one day, I know I will be back. Just like when I was little. But this time, it will be a little different. A good kind of different. And I so look forward to it, like you wouldn’t believe.

In My House
i remember sitting on the gutter at my parents’ place
playing barefoot with the neighbors’ kids down our street
recalling days of youth as if they were just the other day
no i still can’t seem to scrub the dirt off my feet

cause in my house hangs a picture of a sunny sky
and in my house hangs a picture of yesterday waving goodbye
and in my house there’s an old chair that my father gave to me
and i sit there in the afternoon as i try to rest in my dreams

winter comes and winter goes and, uh, it always seems that way
but i swear it never gets any colder than this, no no
and time may slow and time may flow but in the end it all goes away
but when the bell begins to toll there’s nothing i would miss here

cause in my house hangs a picture of a sunny sky
and in my house hangs a picture of yesterday waving goodbye
and in my house there’s an old chair that my father gave to me
and i sit there in the afternoon as i try to rest in my dreams

i try to rest in my dreams
and the water it streams when you rest in your dreams

i remember driving my car in the pouring rain
and you were with me though i know that day you didn’t want to
my thoughts they always used to haunt me like a man insane
though the scars remain forever
may forever be with you, yeah

cause in my house hangs a picture of the morning sky
and in my house hangs a picture of yesterday waving goodbye
and in my house there’s an old chair that my father gave to me
and i sit there in the afternoon, yeah, uh huh

yes in my house hangs a picture of a diamond’s glow
and in my house hangs a picture of tomorrow saying hello
and in my house there’s an old chair that my father gave to me
and i sit there in the afternoon as i try to rest in my dreams

cause in my house
hangs a picture of you

So far so good

Greetings everyone. First of all, belated Merry Christmas. And if I’m not able to respond again soon, Happy New Year as well.

Obviously, I have not been able to follow up on my blog lately as my schedule and current location does not allow me to. But you can be rest assured that my first trip back home in twenty years is going absolutely fantastic. One thing I can tell you though, is that I am very well fed, to say the least!

I can’t tell you enough how wonderful (though bitterwseet) it is to actually set foot in the land of my youth and speak face to face with the people I grew up with once again. Some things have stayed the same but for the most part, everything seems to be new and unrecognizable. I really thought I’d spend most of my time here shedding tears, but to my surprise, everyday seems to be a celebration to simply savor and smile about.

I wish I had time every night to post a blog as every hour (since my plane took off from Denver) seems to bring an eventful surpirse worth sharing in great detail. Unfortunately though, not only am I fully booked, Internet access is extremely limited as well. So bear with me as I wait a while to share with you my experiences. It probably won’t happen until I come back home to the States next month. But trust me, it’s worth waiting for!

Meanwhile, if you’ll excuse me… I have to get back to my “all you can eat” desert binge-fest!

This is it

Well, here it is. The time has come for me to fly back home. I have been so anxious since this morning, it’s crazy! I can’t believe that I was even able to sleep well last night. Which is good, I think. Who knows if I’d be able to sleep a wink in this 24 hour flight I’m about to embark on in about 7 hours from now? But I’m so excited I can’t get myself to do any work at all. I might as well have skipped it today.

This blog isn’t gonna be much since my mind is anywhere but here. But I did want to at least write down something so you know where I’m at, so to speak. It’s almost Christmas and I’m not sure if I’d be able to post another blog till next year. But I really want to chronicle my days as much as possible. If there’s anything worth journaling on, this trip would be it, don’t you think?

Anyhow, like I said, I’ll try my best to find a way to sneak in back here and post something. But if I’m not able to, know that I’m with you in spirit… and that I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy new year.

So, cheers and be good.

Seven days and counting

Time could be both slow and fast at the same time, if you know what I mean. I’m just home watching TV and passing time, then I realized… wow, in exactly one week from now, I’ll be home! Same place I was 20 years ago, in fact. Same place I went to school in. Same place where I made life-long childhood friends in. Same place that made me the person I am today.. for sure!

What a trip! I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to come out of the plane. You know, coming out and feeling the ol’ familiar warm and muggy air, seeing my family for the first time again in that long. And then driving out of the airport and looking through the car window to see how the city had changed throughout the years. Oh yeah, I couldn’t even remember the way back to my old house. I have a dream-like idea of how my old neighborhood looked like back then, but that’s about it.

So indeed, I am very excited. I still don’t know what to expect, though I hope and pray that this trip, if anything, really makes a difference more to others than just myself. This trip is for my family. They’ve waited long enough. And I can’t wait either, so God speed the day.

Seven days and counting…

Two and a half months and counting

SpamJamIt’s October already? Dang, that was quick! It just came to me a few minutes ago while viewing some photos on flickr. I came across a picture of a restaurant in Manila that an American tourist took. It was a Spam restaurant! Fantastic… only in the Philippines, I thought! But more importantly, it made me realize how long it has been since I was last home. I mean, they didn’t have this joint when I was there. Talk about having made some progress! But it definitely made me count the days left till December 15. Yes, it’s the day I go back home for the first time in 20 years.

Uhh no, that wasn’t a typo! Crazy, yes! I don’t know what happened but I’m just so happy that I’m now coming home for the first time since my college days. I have been missing my family, and just plain being home. And to those of you wondering… yes, it is home and will always be, no matter where I am.

Anyhow, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been working on a new CD since spring and I’m still only halfway through. But I have this song I just finished and it talks about my being away from home this long. It’s called “Twenty Years To life.” How appropriate! He he 🙂

Before I sign off, I want to leave you with a link to this song so you can listen to it and, hopefully, feel how I feel. It’s gonna be bittersweet for sure. It already feels that way, in fact.

So… two and a half months and counting? You bet!