Ever since I got back home, I barely go out anymore. If I do leave the house, it’s usually just to run an errand or have a quick catch-up with a friend. Then it’s straight back home again. Most days, I’m perfectly content staying in my room. It’s funny because I wasn’t always like this. I used to be the type who was always out. I’d find reasons to leave the house, go somewhere, explore, or simply be around people.
Now? I’d rather stay indoors. I guess this is what my introvert side looks like.
Although I still think I can be both—someone who enjoys being around people and someone who loves staying home. It just so happens that, right now, staying home wins almost every time.
That’s why I surprised myself when my uncle invited me to his son Rolly’s christening celebration.
My first instinct, as always, was to say no. I’ve become really good at declining invitations.
But for some reason… I went anyway. And I’m so glad I did.
Because that day, I saw Ate Laarni.
The last time I remember seeing her, I was probably still in high school. After that, life happened, and years quietly passed by without us crossing paths again. Seeing her again made me so happy. We talked, laughed, and caught up as if no time had passed at all. I actually ended up staying much longer than I originally planned because of her. I honestly just wanted to keep talking.
I missed her that much.
I had no plans of staying until evening. But one conversation led to another, then somehow there were drinks involved, and before I knew it, it was already late at night.
Then someone casually suggested, “Let’s hike Rolling Hills Monday morning.”
And somehow… We all agreed.
So on a Monday morning, the five of us—Ate Laarni, her daughter, her son, our niece MJ, and I—headed out for the hike.
There were only five of us, but it turned out to be one of those simple days that become unforgettable. It was actually my first time hiking Rolling Hills here in our town.
And wow… The view from the top was worth every step. You could see almost the entire town.
The bridge stretched across the view, the cell tower stood proudly in the distance, and everything looked so small from up there. Our house wasn’t even visible anymore.
It’s funny how climbing a hill can change your perspective—literally.
I wasn’t even sure I’d make it. I was out of breath almost the entire way up. To be fair, I hadn’t slept well the night before. I also haven’t been exercising lately, so my body definitely reminded me of that. Good thing I packed a few tusok-tusok snacks for the hike. Maybe I couldn’t sleep because I was excited. Or maybe… I just really couldn’t sleep.
Who knows?
Even while catching my breath every few minutes, I kept thinking it was worth it. Sometimes the best memories come from saying yes to plans you almost turned down.
I took lots of photos, of course. I always do. But I don’t think pictures could ever fully capture what it felt like standing up there. Some places are simply more beautiful in person.
We took the same trail back down, although I found out later there’s actually another route that’s much shorter. Maybe next time.
Because yes… I think there’ll be a next time.
And hopefully, I’ll be in better shape by then.
