8 Things About Going Home for Summer Break You Know to be True
Been living in a dorm or with housemates? Whether home is an hour away by plane or takes a lifetime to reach in traffic, these are things you know to be true when you leave for summer break.
- You're sad to say goodbye to your classmates and friends in school.
But at the same time you're looking forward to finding out if the boy next door has gotten any cuter. May potential, eh.
- You pack a school year's worth of items in your luggage.
Your bags contain mounds of (mostly dirty) outfits going home that miraculously turn into tiny, rolled-up clothes when you return to school the next year. Not only that, a whole new wardrobe finds its way into your luggage, too. Thanks, Ma!
- While at the airport or bus terminal, you bump into someone you know from your hometown.
And surprise, surprise, you're on the same flight/trip.
- You hesitate to buy food while waiting for your flight/trip.
Food at the airport or terminal is just so expensive. Good thing Ma and Pa left you money on their last visit. Then you take out a grubby envelope filled with crisp bills and buy a sandwich.
- You head home hungry.
And you can't wait to feast on all your favorites that everyone at home is sure to welcome you with. The best part? Going back to school with half of your maleta filled with biscocho, polvoron, and other hometown delicacies. Plus you have a tupperware of Lola's adobo in your handcarry. We're talking survival here.
- You're tired of semi-adulting in the past school year.
Home means your fluffy pillows and bed, with not a worry about washing, drying, and cooking (or basically just looking for something—ANYTHING—to eat) clouding the horizon.
- You curse yourself for forgetting to wear jeans.
Because as always, your pets (and their claws) are all over you the moment you get home.
- You're sure about one thing.
If there's one thing you definitely know to be true, it's that being home is definitely the best thing in the whole wide world.
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Outdoors Danielle Flestado @artdkf | May 1, 2020 "I miss the outside world. The last time I went outside of our house was on my birthday. We just bought coffee across our village and went back home immediately. This painting made me feel that I'm in a field, just appreciating the beauty of God's creation. Can you imagine the green grass and pink flowers?"
When everything around you suddenly turns dark, the first thing we'd prolly do, as humans, is to find and grab anything that is closest and nearest to us. We'll hold onto them for as long as we can, trying to collect ourselves and gather courage to adjust our eyesights to the pitch black environment that's consuming us minute by minute. And then you'd hear nothing. Your sense of hearing would somehow go off after not seeing anything for quite awhile. You'll let loose. Cry. Panic. You'll be exhausted for fighting your way out. Then just when you're about to stop and give up, you're no longer afraid. There's only this deafening silence and pithole of darkness that's gonna eat you up alive. And surprisingly, you'll make a home out of it.
You'll make a home out of the darkness that when a ray of light suddenly hits you, you'll try to avoid it. You'll try to cover your eyes. You'll try to cover your ears from the voices trying to help you get out of it. You'll try to hide because your mind and body will go against your will to come out and live. Because the darkness that used to scare you, now comforts you in a way you thought has helped you survived life. And you'll try to live. Day by day. In the darkness. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing where to start. Not knowing who is with you. You will try to live until the darkness that once surrounds you is now within you. And everyday, it's gonna be a cycle of subtle torture. But let me tell you a secret. The darkness won't make you whole.
You'll be broken. And in those hair-like cracks, the light will stubbornly fight its way through until it warms you up. Until you realize to check the switch and turn it on. Until you allow other people to help you find your way back in the light. Until you realize you're ready to live in light again. There's a light at the end of this long and dreading tunnel. The only question that matters: will you let them in?
I always thought of life, like a bead where each piece makes it worth sewing together with other piece of beads to make a stronger bond and to create a beautiful result. Today, how do we bond well with different people especially this difficult time? As this day challenges us to a new normal, may we continue to bead along positively with our life.