Most of my childhood was spent in Antipolo. I grew up in the boondocks in a compound situated at the end of a highway named after my great-grandfather. Every year on December 27th, we’d gather at Sumulong Park for Sumulong Day. I’m so glad I was able to join in on the fun again this year.
The trek up Sumulong Highway was nostalgic. There was a mix of the new and the familiar. Roads were wider, and landmark corner stores were gone. A new still-empty market stood where the compound once was. Why haven’t I gone back to Antipolo sooner?
We first headed over the the Cathedral. It looked the same, but felt a little smaller than it used to be. Places tend to be massive in my memories.