Filed under: Cup of Sweet and Bitter Musings
I noticed that I haven’t been writing lately. And none of the writer friends are too. I’m hoping it’s not because we’re too busy nor are we beginning to forget how it feels… the moment when we take up the pen and let thoughts become words become letters.
It’s already the -ber month and I have nothing written about August, my birth month. Did you know I was born on August 26? It’s a very unfamiliar date. I remember my boss asking me on my birthday who among the famous people I’m sharing the day with. I had to stare at him blankly because somehow, no one came to mind. I’m sure there are and I’m just not aware.
25. I’m 25 years old now. 25 seems such a huge number when it comes to life years. It’s known as the quarter-life crisis but I doubt it’s still a fourth of a lifetime. I’m guessing I’m already in mid-life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy. I really am. The fact that I am no longer writing as frequently a year or so ago means I do have lesser angst and rants now. I just think that somehow, 25 becomes a turning point of our lives. 25 is the age we start asking.
I told myself I will have concrete plans and I have come up with some. They’re not as solid as I would have preferred them to be but who knows? Someone above might have other grander plans for me. I just want something to look forward to, to go to.
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September ushers in nostalgia for me. This month fans the growing restlessness in my heart. I am aching to go home to see my family and friends. I miss the Philippines. While it’s true that I do not get homesick, I still feel the tug in my heart that home somewhere in the Pacific is waiting for me. Everyone needs to go home once in a while.
I also feel that I changed in more ways than I could ever imagine and I want them to see how different I am now since they last saw me. I’m hoping they’ll be proud of me. Two weeks before I left the Philippines last year, a friend and I were out sailing in Manila Bay at night. We saw the airplanes in the sky (a dotted light) awaiting their turn to land in NAIA from where we were seated at the back of the Manila Bay ferry. I was imagining myself to be on one of those planes, looking out on the window, anxious to arrive. I told myself…
Soon Ja, soon.
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