Way Back HOME

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“Way back HOME” How could you enjoy a long trip, alone? How could one way journey be life changing? I live in a far off place in Southern Luzon, Simara (also called Corcuera), is an island municipality of Romblon (coined to as the Marble Capital of the Philippines). Romblon, with its archipelagic structure is composed of six (6) island municipalities namely: Banton; Corcuera; Sibale; Sibuyan; Tablas; and Romblon city main proper. Traveling from one island to another is only by water, estimated by two to four hours trip. With its topographic location, Simara Island is either reached directly by pump boats, with 12 hours traveling time (5:00 am to 5:00 pm) from Batangas Port or indirectly by Roro ships from Batangas Port via Odiongan (city proper of Tablas Island), with one (1) day travelling time. With my studies in the city, I can only go home twice a year, during semestral break and Christmas vacation. I have to ride a jeep, a bus, a ferry boat, jeep (again), and a pump boat. It is always a long journey ahead when I am going home. Sometimes, way home may isn’t always good, but there’s always good in every way, that’s what going home made prompted me to realize. Life lessons are never learned beforehand. Late realizations come at time you least expect. The way home to my province makes me a better person. The people I get to encounter in my long journey are my best teachers so far. My boarding house in Pureza, Manila is a two-ride jeepney away from Buendia, Pasay. In my trip with the jeepney, I realize that life is like a jeep, that through the way, many will ride on with my life, many will come, but reality, no matter how long they accompanied me in my journey, they will all just say “Para”. At the end of my trip, it is myself that I’ve got. Reaching the bus station, I usually ride a bus with the signboard DERECHO and CALABARZON which will only take almost two (2) hours from Manila to Batangas Port. I sometimes perceived the world as big and complex, which no can ever conquer, which no one can understand each other. In my trip, observing the other passengers not knowing one another but still is conversing with a newly meet person hardly he’d know. That’s when I realize, as a nursery rhyme goes; though the oceans divide, it’s a small world after all. I realize more that even we may be divided by our differences; diversity can be defied if I’ll be just willing to give a smile and start a simple conversation, then I’ll get the chance to understand others more than by just observing.

Boarding a Roro ship usually takes eight (8) hours from Batangas Port to Odiongan, Tablas port. While I was going out of the ship, I saw an old woman carrying her baggage and at the same time carrying a child. One crew approached the old woman and carried the child. Simple deed, act out of his duty, yet he inspired me that when I am in my field, I will help people not because it is just my duty to, but because I wanted to inspire other people like the crew did to me. Doing good is no reserve for doing nothing, or for the sake of doing something, or to receive something in return. Doing good, is helping other people in your simple deed, yet out of love. A safe arrival is all what everyone wanted after hours of setting sail at the sea. The time I step foot on the cemented floor of the port makes me feel proud of surviving the deadly sea. Odiongan Port is still one hour jeepney ride away from Calatrava wherein a pump boat that will take passengers to Simara is waiting. The jeepney found here are bigger than ordinary ones, which is enough to carry more than 40 persons. On our way, I saw elementary students singing and laughing while walking to school. Usual sight, but I had goose bumps after realizing that the nearest school is about 2-3 kilometers. I was touched that at their young age, ain’t no mountain high enough for them to walk kilometers everyday just to be educated. It made me feel that the fire inside me burns more, that after seeing them, I value even more the education that I have right now. Reaching Calatrava, there’s still one more ride to go before I reached my beloved Simara. This trip may be forgotten but the lessons and realizations my way home had shared with me, will always be remembered. Pretty sure, I will soon come home again. Knowing that going home makes me a better person.

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