There. My nine-day vacation has finally ended. I enjoyed my short trip back to the AH1N1 infected Philippines. Haha. There’s really no place like home.
Nine days passed by in a jiffy. Before I knew it, I’m already on my way back to Kuala Lumpur.
It was not enough to squeeze in all the activities that I planned. Luckily, I was able to do most of them. I spent most of my time with my family. We dined out, watched movie, strolled in the mall and hang out. I met some really good friends, laughed like I never did for ten months, saw familiar faces, heard familiar voices, cracked old jokes and experienced tested bond.
I ate and pigged out on all the Pinoy foods I missed. Jollibee, puto, kutsinta, sisig, gulaman, zagu, longganisa, embutido, tortillos, choco mucho, clover bits, ding dong and the list goes on.
At the end of the day, I realized that I missed the foods but not more than I missed the company of people who genuinely care for me and who I really respect and adore in return. I also found time to visit two of my angels who are now in heaven, St. Jude in Mendiola and my late Lola. I owe them a lot. Their magic and guidance keep me going, and going, and going.
I was actually surprised when I did not feel sad on the day of my trip back to my second home in KL. I was even excited because I miss the serenity and the new found comfort that my room gives me.
I wondered why I felt that way. Maybe because I’ve already accepted the fact that nothing really lasts forever. Maybe because I realized that the choice that I made to work abroad made me more mature and bolder in making decisions. Maybe because I am enjoying my independence and freedom. Or maybe because I’m just getting used to goodbyes?