Archive for January, 2009
Hi guys! Sorryit took me a while before I was able to post again. As you all know, I am here in the Philippines enjoying the company of my family. I am also busy preparing for the Christening of my son next month. I am personally attending to all the details so hopefully everything will be okay.
Meeting my son for the first time was an amazing experience. My happiness was overwhelming.
My son was sleeping when I first saw him. However way we tried to wake him up, he was just so sleepy. I could not blame him, it was 11pm!
My much-awaited bonding time with my baby Inigo.
I am writing this a few hours before my scheduled flight. In a few hours, I will be some thousand meters above the ground on a plane. Let me share to all of you what I am feeling at this very moment.
I am sure you guys know how I am feeling right now, as I have been writing my excitement for the last weeks. My coming home is one of the best things that are happening to me this year. How I looked forward to this event in my life.
I feel like my life has just began. I am not taking the good things that has happened to me during the last years for granted. But I just feel like I am evolving into a different person quickly. When I left home, I was a husband. When I worked abroad, I was single again (I mean, I lived alone in a house again). Now, when i come back home, I will be a father.
First-time fathers usually adapt to their new role slowly, because they grow as their baby grow. They learn to nurture their small family life as they lived with their loved ones together. But for me, the baby has grown up when I see him, and I will have no more time to adapt to the role. I am the father, and I have to be it as soon as I see him in the airport.
My home will be different now. My married life has a new focus. My family will not be the same anymore.
I just can’t wait to be home and begin this exciting new life.
I rushed to my flat after my day shift today. It was a very busy day. But what the heck, I felt like nobody could ever ruin my last day at work. This was the only shift when I felt like patients can be demanding as long as they want, doctors can write the longest orders as they wish. Whatever they do, nothing could stop me from taking my flight tomorrow morning!
I started packing my things in my suitcase. It was an odd feeling. I only packed a few shirts, and a few of my personal stuff. The rest of the bag has the things I bought for my family and friends.
How come I am packing only a few of my stuff? Isn’t home a place where I should be staying longer? Staying at home has seemed to become a temporary situation. I guess, that has been the case for quite some time now in my life. For the last 10 years, I had many homes.
But I guess, no matter how I look at it, home is still the place where you find your refuge. And that is where I am going.
5 more days and I’ll be home. I feel a different excitement.
I cannot count anymore how many times I have packed my stuff to come home. Each time, there’s a certain feeling of excitement not only because I am finally getting a long rest from a stressful work environment, but also because I am seeing my loved ones and friends.
But this time, there’s another level of excitement I am feeling. It’s because I am coming home to my very own family. This is the first time that I am coming home to the Philippines with a wife and son waiting for me. I left my wife while she was pregnant with Inigo and so this is the first time that we will be whole as a family.
It’s so nice to come home. Can’t wait.