coming and going

i woke up geographically home, feeling bruised, tired and in need of more sleep. the 4pm trip to Valencia City was a painful thought. I prayed for a miracle, either the trip would be cancelled or i would gain enough strength to last 5 days on the road.

I was more bruised, dead-tired and had disturbing circles under my eyes by the time we reached Valencia City. It didn't help that it was raining and the car airconditioner from north pole was turned on the entire trip. I am more convinced than ever, my bosses needed to trim down their body fats, hypothermia will definitely kill me, and not those troubling milf/mnlf.

the trip to lanao del sur was uneventful, meaning no bombs or gunshots were thrown our way. the supposed ARMM conflict won't wither my bossess travel plans, we work for its development (char!). Its not really as alarming as my friends and relatives who bombard me with are-you-ok-text-messages! I refuse to dwell on the negativities, i need every joule of energy to do what I am paid to do.

sleep will come tonight and my day will end end thanking GOD for the miracle of safe passage he always, always provides.

finding moi

Traveling a year after my mom’s accident was therapeutic. I cried with every inch of the road. Every road led me closer to my mommy. It reminded me of her journey, her journey to be with my dad. I cried buckets and buckets of tears. I felt the wheel needed to turn so I could finally heal and forgive myself for not being the daughter my mom deserved. With every destination, I come and go with hope that the pain will wither.

Now 3 years pass her death, and I’m on the road again. Traveling gives me the escape I need. Traveling never lulls me to sleep, I enjoy the scenery, think of my mom, do a lot of retrospect, I think of my own time when I’ll be saying goodbye, and I find peace. I find myself over and over and over again.

My mom’s in a better place… and I know she’s happy I am where I am – on the road!