Dear Nightwing,
It's beginning to feel like coming home... I'll be in Manila in about two weeks. It feels odd that the thinking half of me knows that I'm at home over here but the feeling part of me is happy to be coming home even for such a limited time period.
The feeling me is coming home to all that is familiar and safe. I need that. The thinking me is happy that I have found my spot in this world. Where I work and my work makes sense. Where I dream and my dreams are attainable. Where my hands are not tied behind my back. Where I wait and wait till he is ready. Who is this he you ask? I wish I knew. No that is not the truth, I do know, I'm only afraid to admit it.
Sixteen days and counting...
Anxious,
Tequila Bookworm
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