I’m back at last. It’s been long since I wasn’t able to share my silly stories. I am finally home. After a month of being isolated in the soils of Pampanga, I’m home at last. I missed home so much.
It was a Saturday, 2nd of May, around 4 in the morning, when I left home going to the airport. I don’t want to miss the first flight so I woke up really early. It was like I was going somewhere very far that bunch of family sent me—there was my papa, mama, sister, and 3 cousins. I wasn’t excited to go, but I wasn’t sad either. I just feel a little tired still because I just finished my 360 hours duty in the hospital on the 30th, a matter of 24 hours ago before I left for Pampanga. Yet, I must continue for me to be able to finish another round of 200 hours for my manufacturing internship. We were like superhumans, jumping from one internship to another without having a short break. What can we do? That’s what we’re bound to, and we don’t have any other choice but to risk and accept the challenge (as if ano gid nga challenge..lol). So, off we went to Pampanga.
And now I'm officially back. Seeing the faces of the family I left that day (daw diin gid ko bi nagkadto), has swept off all my tiredness away. I was suppose to come home during our birthday (mine and papa's), but I wasn't able to do so due to the delay of our papers. It was our first time to celebrate our specials days separately--he at home, and me in Manila with my dear cousins. We might have celebrated our birthdays islands apart, we're still together in our hearts. And now that I'm home is the very best time to catch up.
I don’t want to spoil this little but great vacation of mine by retelling my story from the day I stepped on the island of Luzon until the day I left. I may be a little selfish but I’ll leave those stories for my next posts. I wanted to fill this spot with much more posts. Haha! For the meantime, this will be all. I am just glad to share that I am so happy, glad, joyful, that I am now in my bed, comfortably seated while tapping the keyboards. This is what I call home. What more can I ask for?
It was a Saturday, 2nd of May, around 4 in the morning, when I left home going to the airport. I don’t want to miss the first flight so I woke up really early. It was like I was going somewhere very far that bunch of family sent me—there was my papa, mama, sister, and 3 cousins. I wasn’t excited to go, but I wasn’t sad either. I just feel a little tired still because I just finished my 360 hours duty in the hospital on the 30th, a matter of 24 hours ago before I left for Pampanga. Yet, I must continue for me to be able to finish another round of 200 hours for my manufacturing internship. We were like superhumans, jumping from one internship to another without having a short break. What can we do? That’s what we’re bound to, and we don’t have any other choice but to risk and accept the challenge (as if ano gid nga challenge..lol). So, off we went to Pampanga.
And now I'm officially back. Seeing the faces of the family I left that day (daw diin gid ko bi nagkadto), has swept off all my tiredness away. I was suppose to come home during our birthday (mine and papa's), but I wasn't able to do so due to the delay of our papers. It was our first time to celebrate our specials days separately--he at home, and me in Manila with my dear cousins. We might have celebrated our birthdays islands apart, we're still together in our hearts. And now that I'm home is the very best time to catch up.
I don’t want to spoil this little but great vacation of mine by retelling my story from the day I stepped on the island of Luzon until the day I left. I may be a little selfish but I’ll leave those stories for my next posts. I wanted to fill this spot with much more posts. Haha! For the meantime, this will be all. I am just glad to share that I am so happy, glad, joyful, that I am now in my bed, comfortably seated while tapping the keyboards. This is what I call home. What more can I ask for?
