Home: Day 0

This was on a Sunday. I know it's late. Hehehe. Enjoy!

I woke up to the crowing of the cockerel next door. It was still 6AM when I checked the clock on my table. My brain started whirring, thinking about the stuff I should get done before the end of the day, preventing me from getting back to sleep.

"This early? Can I have thirty more minutes?" I complained, tossing and turning beneath the covers. "Seriously?" I sat up and stretched. The sun was peeping through the window, its rays illuminating the room. It was still 6AM... how did it get so bright out? Taking that out of my mind (since it was still too early to question nature), I got up and went to the bathroom.

The house was too quiet. Everyone was still asleep. "Why can't I sleep just as long?" I made my way to the comfort room, not even bothering to switch the lights on as a entered. Turning the tap, cool water started to gush from the faucet, the sound echoing throughout the whole dorm (yeah. It was that quiet). Taking a handful, I splashed it on my face, hoping to remove the remnants of the sandman.

Awake (what was I before?), I dragged myself into the room and started fixing my things. I was going home today. My flight was not until 12:20AM. I still had approximately six and a half hours to spare. I was sure I had everything ready, being that I packed two days before. Clothes were there, pasalubongs, shoes... the toiletries will be added later. "What to do for six hours and fifteen minutes?" Staring at the ceiling could be one, but the paint was plain making it uninteresting to look at.

Sighing, I went down the staircase to get myself some breakfast. My stomach wanted food. It was still 7AM and Happy Homes won't be open 'til 8AM. I had to wait for an hour for food... pitiful (hahaha!).

Time flew way too slow. I heard my stomach rumble and grumble, it was like I swallowed up a storm cloud and it was gathering up steam at the pit of my gut. I won't be surprised if I started spitting out lightning bolts (that would be so cool!).

When the clock struck eight, I rushed towards the telephone and dialled their number (I was that hungry). I ordered enough food to last me through lunch, since my flight was from 12:20-1:40. There are also chances that it would get delayed. Actually am just trying to convince myself that eating that much was highly necessary. (Hahaha)

Tita came by to pick me up at around 9AM, we still had to buy two dozen krispy kreme donuts for my brothers. Why two dozen? Because a dozen and a half is theirs and the rest is for me, papa and mama. Amazing huh?

It was my first time entering NAIA alone for a flight TO Cagayan. Last time I was there arriving FROM Cagayan. Thankfully there were no mishaps. I didn't get lost, ended up being called by the security office, nor board the wrong plane. Everything went smoothly; even the checking-in of bags. I thought I was going to exceed fifteen kilos, I would have had to pay extra if this was so.

Since I got to the airport way too early (I still had two hours), I amused myself with the game Plant vs. Zombies while drinking a glass of mocchacino. Planes took off before me, like humongous metallic birds with stiff wings being shot into the air by slingshot (they looked like they were sent flying through slingshot... the planes I mean).

Our flight did get delayed, due to heavy traffic on the runway. When the steward called out the flight to Cagayan, everyone at the waiting area stood up and formed two lines. Pregnant women, children and the elderly were given top priority. Getting into your seat proved to be difficult. Some people who were seated from 16-22 entered the front door that was only meant for those who had seats from 15 and below. Everyone was rubbing against each other, bags were slammed onto heads and bodies were being pushed into the chair's linen. I couldn't help but feel a bit cramped. Thank goodness I wasn't claustrophobic. I would have gone wild before the plane could take off.

The flight was uneventful. They had games (a Bring Me game. I wasn't able to win anything since I didn't have the items they requested. Haha) and I was able to use the airplane's restroom, which people said was really, really small (I can still move around in there. Dance maybe). But other than that nothing interesting happened.

When the plane landed on Cagayan de Oro soil, I got all excited! I was going to meet my folks and brothers after five months of extreme sacrifice. "I am not going to cry." I told myself. But to no avail, I did after seeing my little brother crying his eyes out when I approached the car.

It's good to be home. There were a lot of things I missed. I missed my mom's voice, my dad's quirkiness and my brothers' ability to do something funny without even trying to make it so (how adorable!).

I have to go now. So sleepy. Bye!