Generally speaking, sequels never live up to the originals. With my “sequel” trip to the Philippines fast approaching, check that, painfully slowly approaching, four more months, the last four months felt like ten. Anyways, I intend to buck the trend of “sequel” flops. I know what to expect this time, I am more prepared.
This may seem super emo but it seems the winter depression has set in. We will call this an exercise in anti-anxiety. More likely an exercise in futility.
Where I come from we have very little to be concerned with from nature. Yes, eight months of sub-zero temperatures is unpleasant and yes, we love to complain about it. Rarely are we faced with something unexpected save for the occasional tornado but they are most often in the middle of nowhere.
It’s been almost four months since I’ve been home. I’m still miserable. How could three weeks have affected me so much? Every night when I go to sleep my last thought is how I would like to be going to sleep somewhere else. Every morning my first thought is how I would prefer to be waking up somewhere else.
What do you do when you travel to the other side of the world and find yourself feeling more at home than you do at home?
It’s only been three months or so. Three months and it feels like a dream I had a lifetime ago. Was I really on the other side of the world? All my life travel was never really a priority, I wanted to see explore Canada and maybe one day Mexico. Then six or seven years ago the “Filipino invasion” of Edmonton began. My sisters best friend growing up was Filipina but I was young and would not have known a Filipino from a German (lol). Then one day those 6-7 years ago an unexpected act of kindness changed it all.