I took a break last week and headed to Sngapore to visit my siblings. I usually do this alone or with my ittle sister but this time around, I went with my parents. I love them to bits. I adore them and hope I'm hallf like them when I grow up, but having traveled alone for a few years now, I realize, I prefer to travel by myself now. It's nothing on them, but more on myself.
Don't get me wrong, the free food and the awesome company are never going to get beaten, but I've grown accustomed to doing what i want to do when I want to do it on these trips and now having to deal with many different opinions, it took some time getting used to it again. Still, it wasn't all bad. In fact, the trip made me miss my family more. But we're all growing up now and I realize that I could also move on.
Two of my younger siblings have moved out ahead of me (one of his own choice and the other, not quite), but I've been stuck in the comforts of home and the conveniences of living without care. Sure, I go to work and get stressed. But at the end of the day, I know that I can go home to a warm and ready meal, clean sheets and a messy bedroom (of my own doing).
Meanwhile, my siblings are living alone, or together and having to schlep it with makeshift meals and different body clocks because they have to fend for themselves. But they also have independence. Even if I'm pretty independent here, I still feel the need to inform my mom and dad of where I am (usually at the office) and what time I intend on coming home (even if they don't really ask).
My siblings have their fare share of challenges but they're also open to so many more experiences that I probably won't get to experience being at home all the time. Though I love staying in bed and watching TV and reading, it's still something else, being out there (not necessarily a bar) and living life. I'm 26 and I've seen some things, but I know there is so much more out there.
So I guess it's a good thing that I got to see a different side to the siblings who live aboard. I mostly just miss them and wish they'd come home, when I now see that they've formed homes elsewhere. Manila will always be home, but SG and possibly LA are now home to them, too.
Though I'm far from moving out -- I don't want to move out if I'm in Manila anyway; my trip to SG with parents and all made me realize that perhaps in time, I can finally move out and move on as well. My timelines used to be a lot longer, but who knows now, perhaps things could go by quicker. I know I want to, but now I'm more certain. The time of being lazy needs to stop soon, and hopefully an adventure awaits me. For now, it's back to work.