I’m still unaccustomed to the concept of living independently, by which I mean not living in my parent’s home.  It’s a mixture of reasons: growing up in a Filipino household, admiring the life of the homebody and proudly living with the label of the mama’s boy.  I couldn’t even last six months of an effort to “be my own man” because I missed my lola’s daily feasts waiting for me after a long day.  But living with your parents comes with their own limitations, as I’m sure you all understand.  So when I woke up this morning, completely buck-ass naked, tangled in bed with a light hangover,  every intention to limit my sweat rate in Shenzhen’s spring sauna, I thought, “Damn, sometimes it’s good to be out on your own.”