i left LA on the night of the 30th and arrived in manila on nov. 1, missing halloween completely. strangest feeling.

we spent 5 hours at the cemetery yesterday commemorating all saint's day by picnicking beside my grandfather's mausoleum. he died before i was born. i desperately wanted to leave earlier, but was reminded that he was my grandmother's husband. she loved him a lot and must have wanted to stay even longer. with terrible traffic at the cemetery on nov. 1, i asked why we don't go another day when it's less congested. she said we had to be there on all saint's day because what if he comes back and can't find us? broke my heart.

i'm moving to shanghai on nov. 5.