It was October when
the first semester ended. I left the city to see my family in Isabela. It was
cold, silent, and dark when I packed my things up and rented a taxi. I carried
my very heavy luggage containing all used clothes I was not able to wash, books
I thought I would not be using anymore, and belongings I found unnecessary. I
looked at myself while thinking of all the wonderful things I had that
semester. Bravo? No. I was not satisfied.
Pondering.
November was not
that good. After a week, I had to book my way back to Baguio to avoid another
traveling drama. Unluckily, the day before the classes start was fully booked,
so I was in class the next day.
It came. I saw my
classmates, observed all of them, marked the silent, the noisy, the
good-looking, the not-so-good-looking, and the friendly. I had all the right.
It was a long day.
A month had passed,
but it was the same the first day. We have our own worlds. We preferred South,
they chose North, some enjoyed the oceans, while others went East and West. It
was a world separated by indifference and exclusiveness.
Immobile.
The environment we
created was not invigorating. We were dead for quite some time. As we tried to
fill the gap, we had minutes of connecting and probing. 'twas late when we
realized we can make an Eden of our own.
What now? All we had
in the first weeks were maybe all surmise. But, they are no longer important.
What matters now is that we had quite some time learning each other. We judged quickly -- typical. However, here we are, finding it hard to bid our goodbyes as
the end of the second semester is approaching.
Five months minus a
month of adjustment was not enough.
But, I am still happy because we were able to climb mountains. The rivers and hills might have been cruel, but the journey was well worth it.
But, I am still happy because we were able to climb mountains. The rivers and hills might have been cruel, but the journey was well worth it.
It is sad the
story has to end this way.
