I have always been comfortable with being alone. I watch movies, dine out, and go around the metro all alone, and if possible, I would also want to try living alone. It’s not that I don’t have a choice, but certain circumstances pushed me to numerous situations where I only have myself to rely on, thus making me accustomed to doing things on my own. But at this moment, somehow I am scared of the lone journey I am about to take.
It’s now past 2 am, an hour still before my flight, and other than the waiting passengers here at the airport, I am all alone. I took out my travel best friends, a pocketbook and a 5-year old iPod, but they were not enough to distract me. I am tired, hungry, sleepy and bored all at the same time, but I almost quite don’t feel any of those as it is overpowered by this feeling of fear. I am scared, but I think it is the good kind of fear, the kind that makes you all excited and happy, that rather than pulling back, you're actually looking forward to things happening. I am all worried and scared but ironically I can't hide the huge smile off my face.
In a few hours, I'll be in Davao, a place that I've never been to, where I don't know anyone but myself. For four days, i will aimlessly wander its streets and corners. Some would I say I am on a soul-searching adventure, but I would rather think of it as an exciting adventure which will check another item off my bucket list. Maybe I would discover something new about myself from this travel or maybe I'll come back a changed woman or maybe I'll find the love my life, but I'd rather not think of those maybes. I am not keen on the outcome, If there'll be any, I just want to enjoy the journey and this freedom. Because right now, I am free, scared and happy. :)
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