12-19-2005 23:30 CET. It has been almost 1½ hours now since the plane took off. At last, I’m going back home again. This is the day I’ve been eagerly anticipating for the past 22 days.
It’s time for dinner, while family back home is probably having breakfast now. And my boyfriend? He’s still probably very much asleep. Usually, if I spend weekends in his place, definitely I’m already poking his nose and kissing him just to wake him up. Now I’m missing him.
The time difference is indeed quite hard. We only get to chat when he has already wrapped up things at work while I just got on board. It’s funny how he wishes that I have good day when on the other hand, I wish that he already had a good one.
We just had a short conversation over the phone today. I was so embarrassed to learn that I woke up his mom at 3 in the morning when I was trying to call him. I was aware of the time in Manila but I was just so eager to call him up to tell him I was watching his most favorite musical – RENT. I was just so excited to let him hear the ensemble sing “Seasons of Love”. All the time I was watching it, I kept thinking about my boyfriend and hoping I was watching it with him.
In just a few hours, I’ll be home again. What’s crazy is that the in-flight radio is playing Michael Buble’s “Home”.
“Everything will be alright,
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home”
Indeed, it’s time to be home. I may have been to places, but nothing really compares with home – back in the arms of my lover. I just miss those warm hugs and sweet kisses. I may not have a white Christmas but I think I got the best Christmas gift ever – have to spent wonderful times with my boyfriend. It’s going to be our 3rd Christmas together and I know we’ll be spending a lot more. Merry Christmas sweetie.


