Delays but worth it

Went out to the beach last weekend with my high school friends and it was pretty memorable. It's been years since we had a trip together so when the opportunity presented itself I bit. It cost a lot because it was a last minute booking but it was worth it. Let's just say that there was a lot of good and bad in that trip. I want this to end good so I'll start with the bad.

On the way to Boracay, me and my friend Howie found out that our flight was delayed in the airport. I'm used to a delay of 30 minutes to an hour but this one was big. It was 4 hours of boring in the Terminal 3 departure area. Since I came straight from work I didn't have the will to complain but it was still a b*tch. That was four hours of our weekend beach trip. 


And just when I thought that was the only delay, our flight back home was canceled so we had to book a new flight and an extra night at a hotel. Howie and I had to stay another night while everyone else was going home already. While that seemed to be a good thing, for me it wasn't. For some reason, I had a sudden attack of homesickness and ended up to be a buzzkill for Boracay first timer Howie. I don't know why I felt that way but maybe the feeling of being left alone or being away from things made me feel lonely.

Made me double think on the whole study abroad thing. Could I really make it? Would I feel the same way when I'm on the other side of the world? How bad would it be? Yep that was what buzzkill JM was thinking about during the extended day.


But that was the bad part of the trip. The good parts all happened in the middle. Hanging out with my close friends from high school, meeting new people and rolling down a hill inside a giant plastic ball. It was a great weekend even though it was short. We ate our hearts out and met some new friends. I know Boracay is supposed to be this big party beach but I was glad I was with people who were not out to get sh*tfaced. I don't hate drinking, I just like remembering what happened and not swearing off drinking the day after. I never hang out with those friends as much as I should so this time was alright.

enjoying

So all that made the trip worth the hassle. When I finally got home, I've had nothing but good feelings about it. I learned  not to pressure myself too much. Schedules may be broken and things may seem bad but once you realize that this would just be another memory in your life, you've got to loosen up and enjoy. Keeping bad memories up in that head of yours is just sad. Don't do it. Things can always be better.