when you leave, it’s never a permanent leave as much as you hate to admit it. when you leave, it’s you bringing a piece of home on your new journey.
that’s why when you leave, you are reminded by that piece of what you have become and there’s this pull, you know? that at some point you have to pay that place a visit because a piece of that home will always be in you.
i think that’s the one main beautiful thing, aside from a dozen beautiful things, of why home is not entirely the place you grew up, but a place that welcomed you, an organization that opened itself to you, and a person that extended his/her arms to you.
and when you’re back from a very long journey, you’d notice that you want to call home and tell him/her, I’m going to visit.
indeed, 2017 has been full of leaving. leaving the comfort of the university, leaving the organizations that you’ve grown to love, leaving the company of dear friends.
but, 2017 has also been compensated well. arriving at the doorstep of new adventures. new comforts, new places and new friends.
at the end, it’s never really a competition of how many goodbyes you have mustered up courage to say nor how many hellos you have managed to utter but how these moments made you realize that even if you said goodbyes to your old homes and hellos to new ones. even if one of them made you broken or half-okay. both of them will be home either way.
so 2018, i don’t know if i’d ever be ready. but bring it on y’all!
In dedication to the old homes that I missed! I miss the talks, the laughters and the people in it. Also, to the new homes, thank you for taking me in, for taking a chance on someone who doesn’t have a clue how to maneuver the world outside the comforts of my bed.