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.