My parents are in Hong Kong. I have been passing the day feeling sentimental. I'm so homesick!. Throughout the day I encounter passengers whose last flight destination is Hong Kong, and I know that if I were to board the HK-bound aircraft, I'd be able to see and hug my Mom and Dad right now. One plane ride. I can't wait to go home. I am so tired. My body is tired, my brain is tired. I just want to go home and be free from my London life...for a while.

At work, I have come to realise that it is possible to feel lonely in a crowd. I used to think I could be alone, but not lonely. I've changed my mind. Now I am just sad. I pray for a way to move on. I know the Lord has bigger plans for me, and I just need to wait patiently for Him to reveal what it is I really have to do. My mom says that at the moment, I am where I'm supposed to be. I do believe this, with my heart, I do. It's just that sometimes, I get frustrated with all the waiting. I let the day-to-day happenings get the better of me. I think I'm just really tired, and I feel so burned out.

Nothing going home to Manila can't cure.

I need my safe place.

I need HOME.