The Saddest part of the Journey

Now comes the saddest part of any holiday. The part when its all over and you have to pack all your bags all over again and ride on that plane away from home. It will be another year or two before we come back. Any OFW can be broken to tears in such ordeals but in time I learned to deal with it. This is my third time leaving home for Ireland and I can honestly say the first one was the hardest. I can still remember my Tito that works in UAE telling me that after his first vacation here in the Philippines after being away for a year was the best but when it was time for him to go back he felt extreme melancholy that he was barely able to ride that plane back to UAE. It was the same story with me back in 2007. After a 2 month holiday I found it difficult to ride that plane again. You get all excited to ride the plane home but when its time to leave we all feel reluctant to ride it again. When its time that we are in the airport we always contemplate on our situation of why we must do this, why we must leave our families behind. But as I say the more you experience such, the less sadness you feel every time I leave home. Still the sadness is there but it is more manageable. In time I began to accept why I must leave home and eventually I constantly say to my self I will go back home for good soon.