Hello, Hive! :)
It's another day for a new blog. These days have been really busy as usual. Busy days are normal days for a college student like me.🥲 I recently went home after two weeks in the city because of the long weekend. While riding a bus, I just realized how much I love and hate traveling at the same time.
When I was a kid, traveling always felt like a chore. Especially when we have to be on a long drive because I always get nauseous and dizzy every time. Everyone who experience this will agree with me, it's very exhausting! Most of the time, I will resort to sleeping so I won't feel tired.
I had countless funny stories about getting nauseous in a car or public transportation. I experienced vomiting a lot of times. Most of them I experienced with my Lola or Mama as I traveled with them the most when I was a kid.
At 16, I had my first travel on a bus alone. It felt rewarding and I was so excited as I always traveled in public transport with a guardian. It was a short travel of about 30-45 minutes from Bogo City to Borbon. That time was the first time I didn't feel anything bad at all.
It was followed by a lot of times as I transferred Senior High School to Bogo. I would take the bus every day to school and I somehow enjoy traveling every time especially early in the morning and at dusk. There is no traffic in the North so commuting is not stressful aside from waiting for the next bus. A perfect combination of the cold breeze of the night with the overlooking lights from the houses with full-blast earphones on— that was my kind of therapy.
I remember wondering why every time we go somewhere, the travel feels very slow but when we go back home it suddenly feels like no time has passed. Traveling felt very calming for me. It feels like the world stops moving for you because you are moving too fast. I genuinely loved it before.
When I had to move to the city for college, it was the first time the travel felt too short. I didn't enjoy the ride because I was too sad and scared. It just dawned on me that I'll be away from home— the most comfortable place in the world. Though my home is not perfect and I also thought of leaving many times before, it will always hold my heart.
I always thought about how I would be able to cope if ever the city felt too suffocating for me. How would I handle myself missing home and my family? That specific ride to the city made me reflect so much about life and its uncertainties. It made me scared of what's to come yet it also made me realize how far I've come.
On weekends like this when I am free or do not have classes, I always choose to go home to the province. Most of the time my friends would ask if the 3-4 hours travel from the city back to home is worth it and I would always say yes.
For the first time, the ride home feels so enjoyable. It feels so slow and exciting like how I always feel whenever our family goes on a beach trip. Or the ride feels very comfortable like how it always feels when you know you are going to a nice place. The ride home now feels like a ride to an amusement park as a kid.
However, in every beach trip and amusement park fun, there will always be that bittersweet ride home. As a kid, I would always think of how nice it would feel to always stay where fun is. The ride home feels so lonely. Now, as an eighteen-year-old, this is the specific feeling that lingers in my heart whenever I have to leave home again and go back to the city where fun and opportunities are but never the comfort.
As a kid, the ride home was never as enjoyable as the ride to the destination.
Now, the ride home makes me the happiest. And maybe, home is now my favorite destination.
Tomorrow, I will take another ride to the city. And again, I will leave my heart at home.
The city may have all the fun and noise a teenager would love to experience but the home will always be where peace and comfort are. My heart will always stay where my home is.
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