If all goes well (and I sure hope it does), I will be on my way to Zambales by Friday night. And by Saturday morning, I will once again see those calm, clear waters and that beach with a quaint mixture of black and white sands. I would like to believe that I have earned this chance to unwind after the roller-coaster ride that is work.
I'm eagerly awaiting this chance to once again be one with nature and be in communion with friends. Not to mention this perverted longing to be out of touch with the Metropolis for a whole weekend, doing away with cellphone signals and the convenience of fast food.
More than anything, I will take this opportunity to finally assess where I stand and make my own decisions, away from the opinions of most involved parties. Indecision has wrecked my inner peace for quite some time, alternating between staying or going. I wish to resolve this bisected stance once and for all, and a weekend outside my set comfort zones might do the trick, especially now that I am given a myriad of opportunities I would be foolish enough to once again let pass.
I still haven't prepared for this trip. We're leaving Friday night, but I still haven't the slightest hint of what I should be bringing. I haven't even started to pack. If I'm not careful, I will once again be caught unawares, and will be packing -- and over-packing -- at the last minute.
With trips like this one on the agenda, I'm really wishing I had a decent camera with which to capture the majesty of this jewel of sand, sea and sky.