Greetings from Tawi-Tawi, the Southern Frontier.

 

I left Bongao, the capital of the province of Tawi-Tawi seven years ago with one goal in mind --- to finish college and to make my family proud. As I was searching for myself in Dumaguete, I got lost, to a point where it has affected my academics. Everything was all new, and it got the worst of me. I tried to adjust, but it wasn't enough. I was not doing well, and I went down the rabbit hole. I missed home, and I wanted to come back. I met a lot of people in Duma, and these people stopped me from leaving.

Aside from the people, I have learned to love this laid-back city like I was born here. And I believe that I'm not the only one, anyone who has studied or moved to Duma will always tell everyone that they have been captivated by the charm of this small university town in the southern part of Negros Island.

So, this is my postcard to Dumaguete, a place that has always been so dear to me. I will be leaving the halls of Silliman equipped with all the learnings from the experiences that I had encountered in the City of Gentle People. The city where I grew as a person, the city that had accepted me when I had to stop coming back home.

See you soon, Dumzville.

(This is my entry to Portal Yearbook's Postcards to Dumaguete)