November 27, 2018
Going home to Manila.
Cebu you have been wonderful. Thank you for gracing us with your delicious delicacies and never-ending third-wave coffee shops that seemed to be brimming with flavourful cold brew coffee, and friendly baristas that attended our every need and answered all the questions we asked.
This trip was one for the books. So much have happened during this trip. The flight I booked since July got rebooked for how many times, and my baggage got checked out by the agent at the check-in counter that almost got in me trouble and probably in panic and tears. I met new and old friends, discovered a lot of new things about my job, and myself.
The convention was one for the books as well. I haven’t been to a large gathering of people in my profession. And seeing almost all of them in one venue along with international delegates was amazing. Hearing and learning more about the profession. This job was treated as an inspiration again, and who knows maybe on the next one, I will be the one presenting my research paper.
Everything seemed to be so different from Manila. Everything appeared to be so new to me. They told me Manila was the progressive one but it seems like Cebu gave me more than what meets the eye. I am coming back. And for the short amount of time I spent there, I realised that I want to live in Cebu someday.
One thing I learned about myself on this trip is that I can survive by myself most of the time, and the majority of the circumstances, it is the best choice out of everything. And the best reward I can give to myself after this trip, a window seat on the plane without anyone sitting next to me while I am admiring this sunset flight. I have been trying to take the perfect shot so I can at least have something I can look back to but no matter how advanced our camera lenses are, what the eye sees is still the real beauty.
Imprinted in our memories.