Para kanino ka bumabangon?

One would think that after doing this for seven years, i would be immune to it by now- the coming and the going, packing and unpacking, the hug that leaves a lump on my throat, holding back the tears while driving to the airport. Well I can say that I have somehow gotten used to it. Normally the separation anxiety lasts about 3 hours max. The drive to the airport, the waiting at the pre departure area, the actual duration of the flight. As soon as as the city's skyscrapers come to view and the tires hit the runway, I'm over it. It's like something switches me back to being a citygirl and I feel happy to be back.

It's different this time though. The sadness lasted longer than expected, like my system forgot to reboot to a different mode. Even after walking around burgos circle, taking in the polluted air and walking past the call center crowd on yosi break, I still found myself clinging to the idea of being back home. And it stayed with me until I dozed off.

When I woke up the next day, I was finally okay. I looked forward to seeing my team, and to putting my plans for 2015 into action. It wasn't just that. A huge part of me was excited to get to work because there are bigger and bolder dreams to achieve this year, for my dad and my whole family.

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