home…a poignant take on leaving
i just hope Amsterdam will be a good distraction from wonderful home-cooked meals (with gata, of course!)
i just hope Marseilles would let me forget the smell of rain-soaked soil in the back yard.
i just hope Nice would turn out nice after all, and steer my thoughts away from my planned Palawan trip with 2 really good friends.
i just hope that Barcelona is worth missing my best friend’s delivery date for.
I just hope that Rome and the other parts of Italy will make up for the emptiness of missing Sunday masses at my local church.
i just hope that Turkey and the F1 in august can make up for the lost chance of catching a movie with my one true love.
i just hope that greece is worth sacrificing not being there on my mom’s bday (not to mention quite a handful of other really important people in my life who are having their bdays in the months to come)
i just hope Monte Carlo makes up for the lost bonding time with sibs.
i just really, really hope Europe will do all that.
because, in all reality, i’d really rather just stay home. but i have to go anyway….
in a couple of hours, thousands of miles from the ground, i am alone with my thoughts.
upon landing, i’ll be trudging half-awake, braving the cold, going my way so i don’t get lost.
once on board i meet all the necessary people, try to forget that i’m lonely, and live the glamorous life that is the stuff dreams are made of. But there, i have my own dreams: that of being home…
and i fervently wait for 8 months to pass, so i can again sit here, at this very spot, to write, how it feels wonderful to be home again.
