Where the Sun Finds Me

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I am sitting here at work, thinking about my dream summer trip.

If inflation and money weren’t factors, I wouldn't be writing this - I'd be packing. It may be preposterous to think about escaping the mundane, but I can’t help it. 

I want to feel the sea breeze.

Hear the waves crashed against the shore, 

and be alone with nothing on my mind but the moment. 

Back in 2019, I used to go out every month. I found peace outside. But the global pandemic locked me indoors, and it made me love my own personal bubble. I rediscovered my love for art, books, and movies.

Now that everything is open for the public and traveling is back, I want to go back to solo traveling (if the budget allows). I fully understand how expensive it is right now to do what I want but daydreaming about it won't do me no harm.

I never wrote about the time when me and my coworkers went to Camiguin for 3 days and 2 nights. Maybe because I was overwhelmed at the time and I only started my blog two years ago. I was 19, turning 20, and we left straight after our shift—bags packed, breakfast at Agora terminal, hearts full of anticipation.

It didn't really go well for me because I threw up on our way to Balingoan. The nausea faded when I stepped onto the island. Camiguin reminded me of Bohol’s tranquility, but it had its own quiet magic. We found a place to stay and met our tour guide at the port. The rest was a blur of beauty and laughter.


I also remember my first land trip with my step-grandmother from Mindanao to Visayas. It was a first of all firsts and although it wasn’t an ideal vacation, it was still worth it. Traveling is expensive and a hassle but for someone whose mind can’t rest, I needed it. 

Right now, I’m saving money little by little every payday to fund my travel dreams. Hopefully before I go back to school and finish my degree. I have places that I’d like to go to in my mind already and it makes me hopeful for the future.

Hopeful for the next adventure. Hopeful that someday, I’ll breathe in the sea breeze again—not just in my dreams.

E.



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