Every time we visit our grandmother’s house in our hometown in San Remigio, I am brought back to this quiet version of life that I sometimes forget still exists.
There are days when I complain about how stressful life can get. Sometimes I wake up already thinking about responsibilities, deadlines, and the noise that comes with daily routines. I forget that somewhere away from the rush, mornings in the province stay the same. Each time I step foot on my grandmother’s place, it is like receiving a reminder that peace still exists somewhere, waiting for me to notice it again.
This is my grandmother’s house in San Remigio, and it is one of the most peaceful places I know. It is far from chaos and surrounded by greens and wide open spaces. Every corner feels familiar, as if the air itself remembers everyone who has lived and visited there. What really sets the atmosphere is my grandma’s loud music that blasts every morning. At first, you might think it is too early for music that loud, but for us, it is part of the province rhythm. It makes everything feel alive. It is like her way of waking the house and telling everyone that another day full of small blessings is starting. I could never complain about it because without it, the mornings would feel incomplete.
Every morning, all I can hear is the sound of my grandma sweeping outside the house, the music playing joyfully, and our dogs barking as they run around the yard. They always seem excited for a new day. Even if the house is small, it feels incredibly homely. There's really something comforting about the familiar sounds and movements that happen at the same time every day. These are the moments that make me thankful, even if life gets heavy at times.
One of the things I really love about living in the province is that we live near the fishing compound, and how much the community shares with each other. Almost everyone knows one another, and generosity is a natural part of daily life. I mean, can you imagine we can receive fresh fish or seafood for free almost everyday. Like waking up and being handed fresh catch without paying anything. And honestly, when you see how big and fresh these are, it becomes even more amazing.
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Another thing I like here is the sunrise. For me, there is really something in the province sunrise that the city can never match. The colors feel softer, the breeze is cooler, and the light feels like a gentle touch instead of a loud announcement. When the sun rises behind the trees and the air still feels cold, it feels like the world is giving you a fresh start that you can actually feel. It always makes me stop and just breathe.
Even our dogs enjoys it. They would play on the grass, run around the yard, or just sits still and looks at everything as if they understand this peace better than I do. Watching them enjoy the morning makes me also think that maybe animals know how to appreciate life more simply than humans do.
These quiet mornings in the province always make me think about how much beauty there is in ordinary days. Life does not need to be perfect or grand to feel meaningful. Sometimes all it takes is a small house, a familiar song, a bit of laughter, and the soft glow of a new day rising over the fields. Every time I go back to the province, it reminds me that no matter how busy or stressful life becomes, there is always a place where things stay calm and warm. A place like home.