I went home for only two days over the last weekend of 2014. The whole trip was so fast and short-lived that I sometimes wonder if it was just a dream, if not for the pictures to remind me that it really happened. However, short as it was, I am grateful to be able to go home and hug everyone. I haven’t seen them for a year and miss them dearly.
My flight was delayed for two hours and I finally touched base around eight. Mom, Dad, Ate, Kuya, and my six lovely nieces and nephews fetched me. We went out for dinner straight from the airport, then we went to City Hall to see the Christmas lights, and passed by Paseo del Mar on a crowded Saturday night to buy knickerbocker, my favorite dessert. We went swimming at Regency the next day and shared heart to heart conversations with my sister for lunch and dinner. I had breakfast with a close friend who’s soon to be a doctor on the day of my return flight; took family group pictures in between massages and pedicures then off to the airport again. *Whew!
God was so gracious that even on my way back, while I was waiting to board the plane, I stumbled upon a good friend from Ateneo. We’ve been friends since I was in high school and we were in the same organization called Kabataang Samahan ng Magis at Animo (KASAMA).
I couldn’t be happier to see her! We immediately dove in to conversation to make up for the four, almost five years since the last time that we saw each other. Even though we still get updates about each other’s lives via social media sites throughout those years, nothing beats face to face conversations.
We were so engaged in conversation that we even requested to exchange seats with another passenger in the plane. The other passenger was also gracious to let us do so. We exchanged stories from our trip home to our current jobs; from reminiscing KASAMA moments to love lives and what not, but the best part is just sharing the moment with someone you know, trust and miss so much. It’s that elusive feeling of meeting someone from your past and sharing all your fears, successes, dreams and joys without reservation.
At NAIA 3, we bid our goodbyes and I’m back to reality. Hello, Metro City and off to work again in a few hours. It’s a manic Monday after all.
Nonetheless, I learned three things during this one fine weekend: 1. It is not how long you stayed, but how well you spent the time you had. 2. No amount of money is wasted when you spend it for family because nothing beats going home. 3. Friendship is not bound by space or time. You won’t know who God would make you meet today and so savor every encounter!
To Ate Pia, cheers to our next rendezvous!