This is it!

Now, I can relate to those scenes you get to watch in Filipino 80's films - dramatic scene at the airport where one is bound for some Middle East country to work. Today, it is my turn.

Thanks to Ee and Joe who helped me load my four years of junk at the airport bound for Bacolod. (Damn, and I thought I did not have enough stuff.) Good thing that I did not have any difficulty loading all my things - 1 large luggage, 4 duffle bags and 2 hand carry bags. I had to pay for 1700K for the excess luggage though - I had a total of 70 kilos of memories I am bringing to Bacolod.

The flight was serene. No turbulence - as what Jigger would always wish for a flight. This is my third time to fly. My first as a non-tourist. And I am used to the routines of airplane ride. Nonetheless, I still look forward to the split second orgasmic feeling of the airplane touching the ground during landing. Amazingly, my flight was not delayed and it also arrived on the dot - it took 50 minutes. I was just getting nostalgic while looking over the window when the seatbelt signal beeped to warn the passengers of the landing.

I do not cry most of the time. But this time, I wept. Albeit no tear. It was a poignant experience. The pathetic feeling that I do not know a single soul here, that I have a few thousand pesos in my wallet, that I still do not have a place to stay here, but mainly, that I am temporarily freezing my "Manila" life.

Oh well... It is official. I am now a Southerner.