I arrived at the Philippine airport safely and sound. The eight hours travel was quite good and smooth, thanks be to God. But unfortunately, my domestic flight (Manila to Davao City) was canceled and have to wait for another eight hours or to be a lucky chance passenger I could hope for.
I really wanted to be furious to my travel agent who wasn’t able to rebook my ticket earlier. I wanted to blame the airline for giving us this trouble not only because we are tired, but we couldn’t afford to waste a single day, you know we treat our Christmas vacation with a high importance.
But of course, we cannot control everything. I can’t manage my travel agent’s carelessness, the fact that I may never know what was going on in the aircraft too. We cannot control what is going to happen, but we can control our reaction, right?
So I’m totally fine and I will not fight with anyone, even my ass is aching from sitting, my legs are hurting, my body is shivering and my eyes are dying to sleep. Instead, I would think that my family is patiently waiting for me.
I’m going home to the place where I belong.