Going Home...
The excitement of going home after nine years didn’t really sink in until I was boarding the plane last May. I was filled with mixed feelings inside me that even I couldnt explain. A part of me was happy I was going to be with my family and be with my Mom whom I havent been with since 1998; a part of me is hopeful that perhaps I can find means to earn a decent living back home so as to give me a good enough reason to turn my back from working abroad and stay back home. A part of me also wonders... Sign in to see full entry.