Early this year, I had been moping around and generally feeling sorry for myself for missing out on travelling. Everyone I knew seemed to be bound for one trip or another. But me, I was stuck in my city! To be honest, though, it wasn't as bad as that because B and I would often be visiting his parents 5 cities away. Actually, I rarely spent an entire weekend at our house for several weeks early this year because of school.
On with my narrative. I had just realized that as of last week, I had officially become a jetsetter of sorts. Two projects had me visit in quick succession Cebu, Bicol, Baguio, Bataan, Batangas, Tagaytay, Cavite, Pampanga, Iloilo and Davao. B even managed to come to Iloilo with me. That's another story.
Ok, since pining was so effective, next time I do it, I'll pine for my very own beautiful mountain house with a large garden full of gorgeous flowers and fruit-laden shrubs and trees and tons of money so that I could afford to maintain it and pay for real estate taxes.
I had been hopping in and out of planes so much recently that B thought I was off to some remote location again when I reminded him that he was fetching me tomorrow.
I have to admit: I LOVE travelling.
