hating change (cont'd.)

i know why i am sad.

i am sad, as i will be coming home again where no one will be there at the airport to welcome me back home.

instead, i will have to get myself a taxi and take myself home.

i am going home. but what is home by the way?

home is usually where your family is.

but i have no family in Manila. family being my siblings. which, by the way, are in the U.S. and 1 in SG and running their own lives.

only 1 niece back home.

this is not home for me. only a place where i grew up in and come to be at ease with.

maybe another definition of home would be: "Home is where the heart is."

i can accept that. but my heart feels she hasn't found her home yet. hence, i am homeless.

i think i have an idea in my head that will answer my heart's desire. i hope that would be it. but for now, i will have to wait for that idea to come into fruition. i can't do it all alone.

i hope my desire is right. i hope that's God's plan for me.

in the meantime... i wish somebody would welcome me at the airport this Sunday before 6 a.m.

i need a warm, tight hug that says: "Welcome Home!"