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After we got off the jeepney that takes you from Port Barton to Roxas we waited for a little over an hour to catch the bus to take us to El Nido. There are no real schedules.. the bus just gets there when it gets there.
That nifty pile in the front is of our backpacks.
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I think I had my first episode of being truly homesick today. But, even if I could snap my fingers and go back, I don’t know where I would go.
There is nowhere that feels as much as home as my backpack anymore. I have memories of past lives.. I guess that’s what I miss; they are comfortable, familiar ideas. Going “back” is not a place, but a time. But even though they offer me comfort, I would not trade living them again for living my life as it is now. Perhaps what I feel is not homesickness, but merely discomfort.
Part of it came from loneliness. A bigger part came from a realization of yet a deeper level of “oh shit, I actually left and my life is completely different now”. Before, it was just about the fact that I actually did it. Now, it is the understanding that this is something permanent.
It’s dumb, but part of that realization came from my experience today with trying to find a decent internet connection here. After that post, I went to the mall and talked to a guy at the Globe store (a local telecom/broadband provider) and found out more bad news. Then I went to a so-called “mexican” restaurant that had a disappointingly local menu. Stupid small things can be tremendous.
