Back to the Philippines: A Journey I Didn’t Expect ✈️🥲
I know I said in my previous blog post that our Hawaii trip would be my final travel for the year. But life, as it often does, had other plans. Due to an urgent family matter, I had to book a last-minute flight back to the Philippines. I never imagined returning twice in one year—especially under such emotionally charged circumstances.
Traveling to the Philippines isn’t something I take lightly. It requires careful planning, emotional readiness, and the financial means to make it happen. Yet here I am, doing it again. This time, I’m going alone. No husband by my side, but only relatives to meet me at the airport. Just me, carrying a suitcase and a heart full of complicated feelings.
This trip feels different. It might be the final chapter in a long season of emotional weight—one that’s tested my strength, my patience, and my ability to cope with mental health struggles. I’m hoping this journey will offer some kind of closure. A chance to heal, to understand, and to extend more kindness to myself when things feel heavy.
I’ll write a longer post soon to share more about this experience. But for now, I’m holding onto the hope that this will be the last big trip I need to take this year. I’m ready to return to my daily rhythm, to be present with my child, and to find rest in the ordinary moments that make life feel whole again.
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