I am not used to be a homebuddy. In fact, as soon as I could walk, I've been always away from home. As far back as I can remember, my parents would always spank and scold me for being always away from home. Once, when I was probably about 3 or 4 years old (that's as far back as I can remember), while still living in my place of birth which was way up in the forested hills of a far away place in the Philippines, I found myself running fast over a fallen log of a big tree that serves as our "skyway" from the stream to our house. I fell down because it was slippery and my basin with some of my clothes and laundry soap fell down beneath the log although as was able to cling to it and fortunately did not go with the basin, clothes and soap. Upon reaching home, I got a spanking from my father and of course heavy scolding as to my misdemeanor. And so I stayed home after that but only for a few days.
On my first day of class as a first grade student, I found myself going with my classmate to their house during lunch break instead of going home to our house. And then again, many times I would be going with my friends or classmates to some place else to find some adventure to feed my curious personality.
My longing to find more adventure brought me to many places far away from home. As I grew older, I found myself in places far away from my country. I had so much adventure in my single life and found that these experiences have enriched my life and my personality. I have met countless people, made lifelong friends with some of them and developed a sense of oneness with the world.
And then I got married, became pregnant and had to stay home...and that was how I became a homebuddy.
