Heavenly Feelings

heavenly memories 

Holy Week. Aside from that painful ending of our friendship, I am still thankful because after what happened, I still get the chance to be happy and laugh and to rest my mind from that pain and just think of the people around me, and the people that really know me. sometimes I'm thinking why am I given such a short chance to be with my family, to have family bondings with my nanang, tatang, aunts and uncles and cousins together with my whole family, when they are all i need to be happy. Of course being with them is such a pure happiness and the thoughts of they are also happy when they saw me melts my heart. After being hate by my own family, I finally got the chance to be with the people who really loves me, specially my tita that really treats me like her own daughter from flesh and blood, i really love her. 

Of course vacation without going out for fun and adventure isn't complete. And they gave us the chance to finally go to my nanang's hometown which is in the Bulala, Salcedo. Of course the way going there is fun yet scary. Hiking the cordillera mountain made me think that it's my last day on earth hahaha, i almost passed up while going up and i almost fall when I slipped because of the dry leaves on the ground and that mistake taught me to be more extra careful while going up. And if going up is scary, what's more when going down. The same way but different feeling, I felt more scared going down, one wrong move you can slip and it can lead to serious accident if ever that's why I have been more careful. But I got more worried when my uncle behind me almost fall because he also slipped but he held to a tree, luckily he's used to mountain climbings. When we got back down, we parted ways to our uncles from del pilar as we are going back to sta. lucia. and the hiking isn't done, because the road is uphill, and my whole body is trembling while going up because I was so tired but i still managed to go back safely in our vehicle despite of the tiredness I'm feeling. 

The next day, we go to candon beach, the air was fresh and cold, and i feel like that is the perfect definition of the word "rest" for me, beach was always my comfort zone and it was nice seeing the calm waves, hearing laughter together with the comforting fresh air that made me so sleepy. 

The monday comes and it was finally saying goodbye, while hugging my nanang i have tears in my eyes because i already miss them. I don't want to go home, I really want to stay there a lil bit longer, cause I know the moment I'm coming back here, problems starts running in my head, the pain I though i was healed comes back again and the wounds in my heart is as fresh as the fruits they got from the mountain.