Some years fly by really fast that you wonder where all the time went. For me, this year wasn’t one of them.
I had a lot of good times this year, including countless bday parties, Christmas and New Year parties, a trip to Epcot, a trip to NY with Markie, a shower party, a binyag, and even a Pinoy-themed sporstfest (where I played ‘Chinese Garter’, which I had not done in 20 years). I made a lot of fantastic new friends. I learned a lot of new things, including many, many lessons in assertiveness.
Most of these I never imagined I would experience when I set off for this ‘land of promise’. Up close, the ‘greener pasture’ may not have been the glossy, air-brushed picture of my vain imaginings, but it comes pretty close. At least, it has not disappointed me too much, so far.
But one year away from family, wonderful, irreplaceable old friends, familiar surroundings and the person I love most (and my bestest friend in the world) is a year away too long.
This past year I’ve felt each day, each week, each month pass by. Not the least because I’ve been counting seconds, minutes and hours until my next phone conversation with Markie, or the next time that I get to actually see and hug him again.
If this past year were a DVD movie I could rewind, I would have that Markie and I made this trip together. That not being the case, I continue to count the seconds till I see him again. And I hope and pray that I will never again have to endure another year like this one.
A year away is good…for seeing the world, for growing up, for knowing myself better. But a year away from my love is a year away too, too long.
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