My Philippines Trip (Add-On)

Originally published at Angels Dust. You can comment here or there.

I was reading through my previous post and realized that I never explained why I went to the Philippines in the first place. The jet lag was probably eating me alive when I was typing. I honestly (and literally) spent 90% of my tax return for my plane ticket to go on a family emergency. My Tita Elsa was very sick. In fact, when I bought my plane ticket, I was told she had only a few days to live.

I just thank God that if I never see another miracle in my life again, I witnessed my aunt breathing again, which is a wonderful miracle.

If I never missed a day of work for one year, I probably still would not have enough paid time off to dance over to the Philippines for three weeks. Any time less would just be a waste of money. But here I was within a week of knowing I would be leaving the country, I was packing my bags to travel halfway across the world. This is the ultimate stress episode to me.

I wish I had a profession that let me travel more often to see them though. I dream of, every year, for at least a month, I can go to the Philippines and visit my family. Not worry about finances, wondering if I'm going to get paid or not, not worry about bills when I get back because I took so much time off I'm not getting paid. It's hard enough finding a profession that I can tolerate doing for a living. It's even more depressing to put that profession on the back burner for a few weeks and then having to come back to it and face reality that your working a job you don't want to be doing for the rest of your life.

Maybe one day...until then it's busting butt for the next four years in school to get that Bachelor's degree. Which reminds me, I have to study for a math test I missed while I was i the Philippines.