A friend of mine, who's also my shopping buddy, is traveling back to the Philippines for a vacation in the next few weeks. "Are you going to be okay?" the husband teasingly asked. Umm, I think. I get homesick every now and then, but I get even more homesick when friends tell me they're going home. Okay, I get jealous.
Today marks the day I came to the U.S. two years ago. I remember stepping off the plane and shivering cold. I remember waiting nervously for my bags to show up at the luggage claim area, unaware that Kevin was watching me the whole time. I didn't see him until he actually stepped in front me, his face inches away from mine. Hey, my vision is failing. Some of you might say Kevin should have been foremost in my mind at that exact moment. Afterall, he was the reason I flew 10,000 miles across the Pacific, into another continent, right? Well, I was sure he was going to be there. What I couldn't trust was the efficiency of airlines to transport passengers and their luggages together from Point A to Point B. You can't blame a girl for worrying if she would have clothes to wear the following day.
My first meal after flying in was a takeout meal from McDonald's. I mean, how American can you get? So, happy second anniversary to me in the land of red, white and blue.