I miss home. Even though i have done this a gazillion times, going home and back to work in another country, there will always be that void created whenever i leave cebu. I still cry like a little child whenever i say my goodbyes to my parents. What could happen if it will be my own children. Just voicing out. I am not the only one.
So i just have to fill up that void with work. Not. Work is more unbearable in this situation. Holidays are meant to mke you forget about work and going back to it is sorta needs a lot of getting used to because work was not really on my mind the whole time.
But this is life’s supposed to be. ‘It’s not rainbows and butterflies, it’s compromise that moves us along.’ This is the part of being an adult in which i am not really looking forward to. As the circumstances go, it is one of the inevitable.
The process of moving on is still one of those things i have to practice but these are normal. Blah de blah. I dont have to explain for it.