About three weeks ago, I decided
to go back to Bantayan. I was feeling adventurous and I had always wanted to do
something impulsive and somewhat stupid, so with barely enough money, I took
the tiresome journey.
The weather however was against
me, as I became stranded in the port of Hagnaya for 16 hours. My money was just
enough to get me to my destination and my phone’s battery, my only source of
enjoyment at that time was barely enough. When the coastguard finally allowed
sea travel, I was more than happy. But lo and behold, the waves I have once
feared greeted me good morning as it lulls the ferry into chaos. I prayed hard,
asked for forgiveness and transferred seat, the one closest to the window and
life jacket just in case. After more than an hour, I wasn’t able to count
really as I was so focused in praying and finding 100 ways of escaping in case
something happened, I was able to reach the island’s port safely and oh! I have
never been happier stepping on solid ground. Seeing the faces of those who
welcomed me took all the hardships away.
Adventure I want, adventure I had
found.
After more or less three months
of living in Cebu City, my home’s lush greens
and fresh air was a welcomed change. Once again I felt home. My relatives
were more than happy to see me, and I am too, happy to see them.
I don’t think I should put in
detail about my stay there as that that would require me to write a book. Suffice
to say, I enjoyed. But more than the enjoyment, it’s the epiphany that struck
me the most.
As I am typing this blog, I am
back in the city, alone in my room with a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes.
As I look back in the three week vacation I realized that more than the
superficial things, what I desire the most now is family and being around
people who loves me.
During my teenage years, I would
always envision myself travelling and experiencing all the good things life can
offer. I had been a billionaire many times, owned houses and properties across
Europe. I have swam the seas of Bahamas and played with the waves of Hawaii. I have
dined in the most expensive French restaurant, drove over expensive cars around
Dubai and drank coffee in New York. I had been many things in my mind and it
made me want to leave more than ever.
But now, I am different.
I’m fine if I don’t get to eat
more than three times a day. I was fine with 3-in-1 coffee and tasteless bread.
I don’t mind if the menu is eat it or starve. I don’t mind not having money in
my pocket. I don’t mind poverty as long as I am with family. I have never
wanted to stay before, but now, I don’t want to leave. In fact, I am trying
hard not to pack my bags again, and trying my hardest to no to remember the
family I have there or I will cry my heart out.
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