Far away but still at home
To be far away from home is one thing, to find a home while traveling is another thing. After leaving Cebu, I felt I was a bit older and bolder. My heart was heavy and my head was filled with memories that are so hard to contain in just one brain. Thoughts are lining up while I am writing but I don’t know which one to entertain first. I am anxious that if I don’t type fast, things will evaporate quickly and my recollection of the memories will get poorer each day.
I’ve been in Cebu twice in the span of a month and was in Iloilo a few weeks ago both because I had to cover APEC. During my first trip in Cebu, I arrived alone with a heavy heart and mind preoccupied by so many things I’m not willing to let go. I didn’t want to go. It will just complicate the work drill I have. It will just complicate my already complicated life. As if I have a choice.
So I did go and I’m in awe how everything turned out as a surprise. I met new people, some of them became my friends, and I’ve been in so many moments that I was really happy to be in. Every now and then, I look back at those things and they can still make me smile.
Cebu (August 28 to September 12)
Iloilo (September 20 to 26)
Cebu (October 8 to 13)