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You know, no matter how much I say "I miss SF." or "I want to go back to SF already." And no matter how much I whine about being here in the Philippines, it always breaks my heart when I think about leaving this beautiful country. Sure, I've had my share of bad experiences, but I love it here. I also love SF. The idea of not living in SF breaks my heart. But the idea of leaving my sister, brother, and Mom here in the Philippines, breaks my heart even more. It crumples it up.

Does this confuse you?