It's no rocket science. My dad rocks! (Part 1)

I was certainly expecting this moment. The moment where I'll hit my all time low. 

I mean, you're not gonna stay cheery and gay throughout your entire life right? Unless you have the penchant to view everything glass half-full, which tells me that you're either one heck of a liar or you're leading a rather  misleading life (no pun intended). At some moment, you have to somehow hit rock bottom to rise up successfully in life right? Anyway, that's just me. Feel free to stab your argument on that. 

So, here am I, thousand of miles from home, with nil chance to go home in the near future (I'm referring to a year time frame here). To claim that I'm lonely is not fair for my worthy companions that I have over here, but to say that I'm far from lonely is not fair for me. Simply put, it's not my domain here, and I desperately yearn  for my comfort nest once again, dutifully pray that I could have back that secure feeling of being nestled around my loved ones. 

What's ironic is that, I used to have this ambitious vision of mine to leave home as fast as I can to find a better place, just so I could flex my independent skills and be on my own, for the first time. I wanted so bad to see this other side of the world, and I did get what I wished for. But, I forgot to think about the consequences of that fervent prayer of mine. God granted my wish all right, but he did with his own intention, not mine. Perhaps, He wants me to realize that home is the better place, after all. Because no matter how beautiful another place might look like, no matter how lovely new friends might be, no matter what: it's your home that you can see your true self in. 

I can't wish that I hadn't ask for this opportunity to see the outside world. Because let's face it, I did found some magical moments while I'm here. Moments that I cannot possibly experience if I'm still enclosed in those safety perimeters of my nest. But, throughout all those good times, I instinctively thought back of home. *How Mama & Papa would love to see all the things that I'm seeing now. *How Koko would love to learn the things that I'm learning now. *How my sisters would kill for the stuff that I could get over here. Yes, it's hard to ignore them when I'm happy. 

But, it's impossible to not think about them when I'm far from happy. Because they keep me going. Particularly, my dad. Corny as this might sound, I think it's still apt to call him my one, true hero.  

Continued