Catanduanes…the pearl of the orient seas. This is the beautiful island where I grew up. The place marked deeply in my heart. Bato is the tiny town where I spent my delicate years. From the little know- nothing -at -all -yet girl to the the woman I am now. My hometown shaped my perspectives in life. It is the very first place that embraced me and watched me grow each day. It witnessed my witty charms and naughty escapades. I left this place right after I finished my highschool and move on to the bigger city world. As everyone believes that in the city, it is where thousand oppurtunities and possibilities rest. It gets smaller and smaller upon my eyes as I drift and sail away to find what my heart desires. I said to myself what a big big world to see and experience. Which I truly proved that it is. And that this Island is just one spec of dot. However, no matter how big the world is, and how little my Island had become, it always has a strong force thats pulling me back. Memories from yesterday in the place that brought me up are sealed in my heart. It is the magnet that pulls me back to its ports. Where ever I may be, whatever accomplishments I’ll achieve, I would always give credit to this place. I am happy to leave this place but I’ll be happiest having to be back again. Someday soon I will.. I’m pretty sure I will…