366 days ago, I almost tripped while hauling my heavy luggage at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. Good thing my sister gripped my arm from behind. I was spared the humiliation of not being used to wearing a pair of wedge shoes.
366 day ago, I held my breath as I waited in line at the Immigration at Detroit just to find myself held in question at the Customs instead. The officer really gave me the creeps although it was merely like an aftershock, afterall, I've already been admitted. He can't send me back. And just as what he himself had said, IF he was the one assigned on the Immigration, then he'd definitely confiscate my green card and send me back home. The guy was pretty much disappointed with my luck so he had to think of another way to get back to me. He decided to sent us, my sister and I, to a more thorough inspection instead.
366 days ago, I've never felt so exhausted near collapsing and the agony's yet to end. We were stuck for more than an hour inside the plane headed to our final destination at Newark International Airport in New Jersey.
By the time we arrived at the hotel, it was already late in the afternoon.
And I had the most terrible leg cramps. I mean, my right foot. Again, for wearing those stupid pair of wedge shoes.
366 days ago, I left home for no apparent reason but to follow a written order and not break the rule. I wasn't thinking of leaving for good. Or rather, the thought of having a one-way ticket to the States didn't sink in yet. But, really, I wasn't planning anything at all. Not the future. I just had to leave in time before I plead guilty of overstaying. That's it. Certainly, not the future.
And then a nice opportunity came up. My sister with the same reason as I had but with no intention of giving up her business, had already planned her destination, to which I certainly invited myself in.
So that's how I ended up arriving at an international airport on the other side of the country instead of going straight to Washington. I tagged along my sister on her tour around New York City. For one week, we were traveling back and forth New Jersey. Everyday, for four days, we maximized all forms of mass transportation, from shuttle van (from the hotel to the airport) to bus (from the airport to the train station) and then the trains. We rode all kinds of train--- air train (from the airport to the bus terminal), your typical train (from Penn Station to New York City) and then the subway (going around NYC).
Nothing had been as exhausting as that trip.
But my escapade didn't end there. When my sister left for Manila, I stayed with my sister in Washington DC for another two weeks. After that, I flew across the country and arrived at Seattle International Airport, my final destination, for real. And that concluded my summer getaway for 2008.
Exactly one year ago, I've been to New York City by chance. By luck.
Now, I'm here, not exactly in Tokyo or anywhere near it, but still, in Japan. Again, by luck.
And I've been staying here for one month and seven days already.
The opportunities are coming to me and not the other way around.
I couldn't ask for more.
366 day ago, I held my breath as I waited in line at the Immigration at Detroit just to find myself held in question at the Customs instead. The officer really gave me the creeps although it was merely like an aftershock, afterall, I've already been admitted. He can't send me back. And just as what he himself had said, IF he was the one assigned on the Immigration, then he'd definitely confiscate my green card and send me back home. The guy was pretty much disappointed with my luck so he had to think of another way to get back to me. He decided to sent us, my sister and I, to a more thorough inspection instead.
366 days ago, I've never felt so exhausted near collapsing and the agony's yet to end. We were stuck for more than an hour inside the plane headed to our final destination at Newark International Airport in New Jersey.
By the time we arrived at the hotel, it was already late in the afternoon.
And I had the most terrible leg cramps. I mean, my right foot. Again, for wearing those stupid pair of wedge shoes.
366 days ago, I left home for no apparent reason but to follow a written order and not break the rule. I wasn't thinking of leaving for good. Or rather, the thought of having a one-way ticket to the States didn't sink in yet. But, really, I wasn't planning anything at all. Not the future. I just had to leave in time before I plead guilty of overstaying. That's it. Certainly, not the future.
And then a nice opportunity came up. My sister with the same reason as I had but with no intention of giving up her business, had already planned her destination, to which I certainly invited myself in.
So that's how I ended up arriving at an international airport on the other side of the country instead of going straight to Washington. I tagged along my sister on her tour around New York City. For one week, we were traveling back and forth New Jersey. Everyday, for four days, we maximized all forms of mass transportation, from shuttle van (from the hotel to the airport) to bus (from the airport to the train station) and then the trains. We rode all kinds of train--- air train (from the airport to the bus terminal), your typical train (from Penn Station to New York City) and then the subway (going around NYC).
Nothing had been as exhausting as that trip.
But my escapade didn't end there. When my sister left for Manila, I stayed with my sister in Washington DC for another two weeks. After that, I flew across the country and arrived at Seattle International Airport, my final destination, for real. And that concluded my summer getaway for 2008.
Exactly one year ago, I've been to New York City by chance. By luck.
Now, I'm here, not exactly in Tokyo or anywhere near it, but still, in Japan. Again, by luck.
And I've been staying here for one month and seven days already.
The opportunities are coming to me and not the other way around.
I couldn't ask for more.
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