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Good evening! I am currently at Abbotsford Airport (not YVR), awaiting my flight to Hamilton, Ontario to meet up with my family. This is my first time flying and to be transparent with you, I was shaking like I had the chills while going through security. Okay. You can stop laughing now. I don't have a fever.
I've been posting a blog post everyday for the last couple of days now and it's been a fruitful but also taxing experience. It's hard to write and even as I type this sentence, I still have no idea what I want to talk about. Well, I'd like to say thank you to my lolo and lola (my grandparents) for taking care of me the past few days while my parents and sisters were gone. Thank you for the cheeseburgers and conversation we had at McDonalds while we were waiting to pick up my cousins from school. I had no idea my grandma used to be an elementary school teacher in the Philippines for 17 years. Seventeen years of educating and nurturing young Filipino boys and girls who (I know from personal experience and memories) can be so stubborn and lazy at times. I haven't really had the chance to get to know my grandparents better but I am grateful for all the small moments and love we've shared over the past few days.
A year ago from today, I was in Toronto with senior music students from Holy Cross and I firmly believe that it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. From crying in the practice room with Vibe to drinking Chinese medicine in order to soothe my throat, there were so many small, precious moments that really made the trip so worth it. And I still remember when we were coming back to Vancouver, experiencing turbulence and having Madam Agiuar telling us to stop hollering and shouting. Toronto 2018 was the peak of that mountain in grade 11, and as my grade 12 year wraps up, I just hope that I am able to reach that summit at least one more time.
Whether it's in Toronto, Crescent Beach or Chandos Pattison Auditorium, I am working my way towards seeing that mountaintop view. The days have been going by so fast and it seems that life is moving in a blur.
As I step on this plane to Hamilton, nervous and excited, I just hope I am able to slow things down and really take in the bigger picture. Sometimes when we move too fast and worry too much, It's hard to be grateful and appreciative for the things we have in our life. Our home, our clothes, our parents, our friends. Why don't we just sit down, take a deep breath, play some Bruno Major and look at the things around us. Whether it be your living room, strangers or your family, there are and they are stories waiting to be read and discovered. I may be flying away from BC now but my heart will always be here. Always here and now. Always with me.
morabor
I've been posting a blog post everyday for the last couple of days now and it's been a fruitful but also taxing experience. It's hard to write and even as I type this sentence, I still have no idea what I want to talk about. Well, I'd like to say thank you to my lolo and lola (my grandparents) for taking care of me the past few days while my parents and sisters were gone. Thank you for the cheeseburgers and conversation we had at McDonalds while we were waiting to pick up my cousins from school. I had no idea my grandma used to be an elementary school teacher in the Philippines for 17 years. Seventeen years of educating and nurturing young Filipino boys and girls who (I know from personal experience and memories) can be so stubborn and lazy at times. I haven't really had the chance to get to know my grandparents better but I am grateful for all the small moments and love we've shared over the past few days.A year ago from today, I was in Toronto with senior music students from Holy Cross and I firmly believe that it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. From crying in the practice room with Vibe to drinking Chinese medicine in order to soothe my throat, there were so many small, precious moments that really made the trip so worth it. And I still remember when we were coming back to Vancouver, experiencing turbulence and having Madam Agiuar telling us to stop hollering and shouting. Toronto 2018 was the peak of that mountain in grade 11, and as my grade 12 year wraps up, I just hope that I am able to reach that summit at least one more time.
Whether it's in Toronto, Crescent Beach or Chandos Pattison Auditorium, I am working my way towards seeing that mountaintop view. The days have been going by so fast and it seems that life is moving in a blur.
As I step on this plane to Hamilton, nervous and excited, I just hope I am able to slow things down and really take in the bigger picture. Sometimes when we move too fast and worry too much, It's hard to be grateful and appreciative for the things we have in our life. Our home, our clothes, our parents, our friends. Why don't we just sit down, take a deep breath, play some Bruno Major and look at the things around us. Whether it be your living room, strangers or your family, there are and they are stories waiting to be read and discovered. I may be flying away from BC now but my heart will always be here. Always here and now. Always with me.
morabor
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