These past few weeks have gone by in a flurry of trips, long car rides, late nights, laughter, beers, work, typing until my fingers hurt and then getting to bed so I can get up early the next day. This summer is busier than ever–crazy, crazy, crazy. In the past two weeks, I’ve been to the beach with my boyfriend and his barkada; I was able to support my brothers and Filipino rock by heading out to a gig for the first time in months; today, I came from our office outing where (I kid you not) I was able to among other things, walk 400 meters on a 10 foot high bamboo stick (as in a single stick) “bridge” suspended in the trees and held in place only by rope.
I’m writing this at the end of a very, very long day of snacks, swimming, crawling in the mud and baking in the sun.
On the way home I was thinking about the whole process of making new friends and the pleasant past few weeks I’ve had: I think that the best thing about getting to know new people is probably that moment when you realize that these lives have been running parallel to yours up until recently–and that there’s always more to know about life; there are always more stories to tell and more secrets to keep. 🙂
I’m by no means a religious person but Holy Week does get me pretty contemplative: partly because the heat gives me no choice but to take long showers and also out of habit, I suppose.
There are so many conversations to be had, so many coffee sessions to hold, so much laughter to exhale, so much life and never enough time. But we make time, right? Sure, we make time–we stand on the horizon.
This week, I’m also looking forward to seeing the people I miss the most.