(This post is for yesterday, December 13)
A year ago today, I was at the airport, sullenly dragging my luggage along as we waited for our flight to Las Vegas, and eventually, Canada. At the time, I thought it’d take years before I could visit (not come home to) the Philippines. My heart broke every time I thought of that fact.
A year ago today, my family was eager to see each other, with optimistic hopes of possibly making up for the years that we spent apart.
A year ago today, my friends all gave me calls and messages of au revoir and prayed for my speedy return.
A year ago today, I was happily in love, my head full of idealistic notions of “love will get us through”.
December 13 of this year, I am back in the Philippines. My family is kind of in shambles. I am single (again), and my ego is still pretty bruised from being dumped by quite possibly the most disappointing person I know.
None of those matter though. Because I spent today, December 13, 2009, with two of my best friends, my soul sisters. We saw a play and had crepes and coffee and talked about career paths and family issues and moving out. We were talking, not on YM, not on Skype, but face-to-face.
All that matters is that on December 13, 2009, I am home. Happy Anniversary Canada.