My Father...

... is back from New Zealand. For a while.

And he might (and I say MIGHT) take me and my brother with him if all goes well. On June 1st.

I don't know how to feel about that. Excited maybe(?), because a "whole new world" is going to welcome me there. A whole new environment. Well, we humans have been made with amazing abilities to adapt, with varying aclimmating skill levels. Personally, I'm used to absorbing new information from all my five senses, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared. Or nervous. Or downright INTIMIDATED. Because I really, really am.

So it all boils down to the question: Am I ready to leave everything?

My Dad asked me that yesterday. And honestly, I didn't know what to answer. That's probably because I haven't absorbed the fact that I might be leaving. In a few weeks. June 1. Wow.

I'm in f*cking denial.

I'm not good at moving on. I just look like I am, or try to anyway. I will miss the life I have here. Miss it the way I miss swinging on swings and sliding on slides. I will miss... The friends I've made (esp. the new ones in XU -- Nursing and Crusader people). The culture. The heavy traffic. The overpopulation. KWEK-KWEK, PROVEN, SIOMAI!

I expect some heavy-duty nostalgia in the first few months.

But anyway, I shan't dwell on that. When it happens, it happens. And now I will start spazzing about my new BLACK and PINK Nike sneakers. Yeah, b*tch! Ya ain't got nothin' on mah Nayks! Hahahahaha. Yeah. I'm a frustrated shoe-lover. Shoes = drugs. And I have my epic Dad to thank. :)

So anyways, I shall enjoy the very short time that I actually have here in CDO. And then spare a few days in Surigao (under the assumption that I WILL leave). I got 14 days. 2 weeks.

I am sad about that time limit. Hell, I'm sad about leaving. But like always, I will take the plunge in unknown waters like the brave person I am, the way I've always done. This time, I hope I won't regret it.

Good night.

-rashiyu