I have lived all my life in my town. I’ve been to beautiful places here and abroad but I have never been away from home for more than a month. I could write with fondness about my best loved place in the whole world but fondness can never be shared, only spoken about. The least that I could do is to begin telling.
Once, this place was quite peaceful, laid back and young. There’s no history to speak about that dates back to the dark ages. It is typically short, probably a little over a century. We speak Visayan but to me, we speak another language. I could tell who were born and had lived much of their lives here from those who just came from some place to live here even if they speak the same language. The difference is very subtle but distinctively clear to my ears.
Life was simpler then, and fewer people reside in what seemed to me a big spacious city that I felt kinship with everyone I saw. Literally, people would call my name wherever I go. That name I have grown up with, the name that gave me my identity have gone with the people closest to my heart… or specifically since mom, the last of my family to migrate, left this town.
Today, my town is fast becoming a robust industrial city. Gone were the days that the highways looked so grand. Motorists don’t find a space anywhere for hours being stuck in the traffic. Houses mushroom all around creating strange neighborhoods with all sorts of languages and cultures mingling, I have to admit there is now caginess in Cagayan.
Despite these changes, my town is still home to me. And now not only to me but also to the next generation I am grooming through my sons.
The atmosphere is changing. They see a different town, with all the bridges and high rises being built and people pouring in and squeezing with the rest of us. Now with two international Ports, sea and air, things are shaping-up for the better. Way to go CDO! You are STILL my kind of town!
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