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Monday, August 18, 2008
I hauled my stuff to the rented studio today. It's both sad and funny how the little possessions we have and would be using for the next few years can fit in just one cab. Having moved to the barrio a couple of years ago (hauling 12 boxes of stuff, excluding the TV set and the desktop PC), it's like starting a new life again in the city. The thought of having to (sort of) begin again scares me. Especially since I am giving birth in less than two months' time. I found it hard to sleep the night before last. I was haunted by my omnipresent what if's and my dirty habit of worrying. I try really hard to take comfort in the Do Not Worry verse, telling myself again and again how God has always pulled us through the most difficult times in our life. *** Tomorrow afternoon, my husband and son and his yaya arrive from Bacolod. It's about time. My son has begun to look for me, asking his father again and again why I won't come home. Hopefully, this time tomorrow, we'd be together. Their plane is scheduled to arrive after 5pm. I just hope their Cebu Pacific flight won't be as late as it usually is. I wonder what the NAIA Terminal 3 looks like. I have to get there early since this will be my first time to go there. Apparently, to save money on cab fare, I can simply take a bus to MIA and get off at a place they call 6-11 (heaven knows where that is) and take a jeep (or was it a shuttle?) going to Terminal 3. Oh well. I shall find out tomorrow. Anything to save a buck... |
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