The apartment floor and my furniture were covered with thin films of dust as I arrived – a testament to the fact that I’ve been gone for quite a while. A month and 10 days to be exact.
That for sure was one long furlough (it was not pure vacation though), but for me who thinks that the Philippines is home and where I ought to be, that stretch of time is painfully short. Not just due to the normal sentimental reasons, but more because I left with still a lot of concerns hanging.
But of course, I have to wake up to the hard fact that I have to work to earn my keep, and must thus pursue with passion the professional goals that were laid on my shoulders. I too have a lot of things to work on here and it will also be to my personal satisfaction if I were to accomplish my mission.
So, even if I left the Philippines with a heavy heart, I shall now move forward, and grasp this reality with the positive thought that there will be time for me to actualize my plans. Time will fly fast, and much sooner than I think, I shall be back to the place I call home.
I am back.