Bittersweet. That's how my year went.
I've survived another year knowing that life goes around. I never analyzed the nitty-gritty details of how life puts you in the right perspective until the inevitable happens, until you realize that our life is indeed numbered.
I lost my friend, my roommate, my sister. She was eaten up alive by the mountains when Pepeng hit Benguet last October. No words could describe how my world turned upside down. I've never seen her for two years. We talked, we cried, and we laughed together despite the distance. We both planned to meet this Christmas. But looks like this Christmas will be different.
I found my partner. This year, I fell in love with the same man thrice. The first time is when he dropped me off to the airport. I loved the way he just stared at me on my way up to boarding area. The second time was when I knew he wanted to pick me up from the airport even when Ondoy was strongly hitting the ground. The third was when he knew I wasn't feeling well and he came barging in the house; first smiling at my friends then second wearing that worried face when it was just me who was in front of him.
Kids. I held a baby last night. He was still amidst the noise of people who were busy partying. He was just there sucking his thumb and laying his right cheek on my right shoulder. If a photo was taken, it would seem like the perfect family. S, me and the baby. I realized then that I would love to have my little lou someday.... soon...
I've finished my MS degree. A degree I worked painstakingly for the last two years, with hurts and pains on the side. It was one thing I was proud. But a friend reminded me that my degree shouldn't confine me on sitting a chair and signing and writing stuff. Being a sister, a friend, a mother is career in itself.
I could write lots of things, but one thing is for sure.... LIFE REALLY DOESN'T TURN OUT THE WAY WE PLAN...
