October 12,2006. 550pm. Cebu Pacific flight 566 from Davao bound for Manila. Our flight was delayed but I had no reaction, not even annoyance. I feel numb all over. I've been crying for hours now. It was supposed to be an exciting day since I'd be embarking on a new adventure yet it felt like I just lost everything. I left the house and got on a cab with Doydoy crying and calling out to his tita and mama on the verge of tears. I was supposed to be ready for it. I was supposed to handle it like an independent mature person. Hah! Wishful thinking. No matter how much I have prepared myself, telling myself that Manila is just one hour and forty five minutes plane ride away, I still bawl like a baby everytime I leave Davao. I really hate goodbyes even just temporary ones.
I'm going to really miss home and I'm already counting the days until I can go back. But until that time comes, I'd have to survive first the jungle that is Manila. Gaaaah! The pollution and the dirt. I wonder how I'd make it. There is no place like home, indeed. Maayo pa ug nipuyo na lang ko sa amo balay :(
