The holidays are really over
THE title says it all. But really, I should be grateful for many things – first and foremost, that I had an amazing, relaxing and spectacular holiday in my happy place and second home. And secondly, that I actually had an extended holiday and am starting my “work year” a week later than everyone else. I should not be complaining at all especially because I am back re-charged in the best possible way for the year ahead, yet I am sure that everyone can somehow relate to my current mindset – a hundred percent physically present but trying to still mentally bounce back into the daily grind. If anything, I think this massive holiday hangover was caused by the most incredible past month; and memories of this most recent trip is definitely what’s going to take me through the year.
You see, the irony of it all (which has gotten me even more confused and muddled up) is that when I was studying in New York, I could not wait to pack my bags at any chance I had to get on a flight back home. For four years, I would look for any and every excuse to fly halfway across the world (the eighteen-hour flying time seemed like nothing then) to be in Manila. Three plus years after moving back home, and though this has not been the first time I have been back since graduating, I find it harder and harder to leave the city that has become such a big part of me every single time I go to visit – I am thinking maybe this time was just that much more difficult because of how long I had the luxury of staying and getting lost in the wonders of it all.
You see, as crazy and intoxicating as New York City can get (it’s the city that never sleeps for many apparent reasons) it is the one place whose energy is so invigorating (although tiring at times), yet I do not mind getting zapped into. It is the one place I bask and cherish getting lost in because I find that each and every time, I find more reasons to love it. After all, it is the city that has nurtured my mind in a most formative part of my life. It has seen me grow up (and fall down) and pick up so many times over that many corners have become sentimental. It has taught me to live in every moment, to laugh at myself and literally, to love with all my heart. And for many more reasons I will spare you the agony of reading through, what I’m getting at is that while the concept is vague until it becomes relatable to you, each and every one of us has our happy place. A place where the wind blows airs of happy energy for us. One where we’re able to just embrace every part of – the good, the bad, the ugly – and where we can return to every single time knowing that whatever the experience is, it’s something we’re able to take back to enrich our souls for years to come. Whether it be a city, a country or even a corner of your bedroom, your happy place is something that can never be fully explained, in the same way that it can never be taken away from you. You will always have your happy place. Forever and ever.
And with your happy place, is also that place you call home. And while I did live in New York for four great years, it never quite became completely that to me no matter how much I came to love it. For home is where the heart is (as cliché as that saying goes). To me, it will always be where my family resides. So while this past month New York has been “home” because I was blessed to spend a glorious month over there with them, it’s safe and suffice to say that my happy place has always been and will always be my home away from home. Until my next trip to my happy place, I have these memories to look fondly back at. I already cannot wait, but for now, it’s back to reality…