tic-toc, tic-toc

I started packing last night. It wasn't even an hour after I stated, my balikbayan box was already full. This is it, I'm really going home. I tried not to get emotional about it but I am torn. I am excited to go home, no question. But I'm also sad about leaving San Antonio, my home for 5 years.

I just finished calling Time Warner to cancel my phone and digital cable service. No more TFC. I'm not leaving until July but saving some is actually the best thing to do right now. Good thing websites are now showing full episodes. You know how much of a tv junkie I am. Besides, I'm still retaining my basic cable, and of course my internet connection. As I put finished cancelling services, I felt a little pinch in my heart. There's no stopping this now.

I have yet to book my flight. And I still have a few activities left before the D-day. Every day it's getting harder and harder to think about it. I'm going to miss my work, my friends, the opportunities that are open to me, the ease of life that I have become accustomed to, the kind of money I earn, the luxury of life that are within my reach.

On the other hand I am rally excited to be with my family again. To have my friends beside me. I'm excited to see how my bathroom and my mom's kitchen are turning out. I'm excited to be back in my comfort zone again.

Two more months. The clock ain't stopping. July will come sooner than I want it to but in a way, I'm ready. I can't wait to soak in my new tub!

30cc's dayquil, 2tabs motrin and left-tover pizza

I'm starting to believe Ronnie when she says I'm always sick. I denied it several times but now that I'm suffering from my 2nd bout of flu for the year, just when Flu season has been declared over, I'm starting to doubt my conviction.

Friday: I thought it was just allergies when I woke up with a sore throat and a headache. I managed to survive the day and still had a little energy left to join my amigas for dinner at Papacito's. But I knew that was it for me, no dancing, not even with Marissa's promise that a shot or two of tequila would make things better.

Saturday, 4am: I woke up because my nose was clogged and I was having chills even under my comforter. (take note, the thermostat's set at 75F). I thought to myself "Darn, I'm officially sick again!". Another dose of nyquil and motrin and I went back to sleep. Woke up 6 hours after with the same symptoms. I hate being sick.

Saturday pm: I finally dragged myself out of my bed and into the couch. Coffee was all I wanted but Grace had cooked some sour meat soup (Sinigang) so I had some of that. Exactly what my mom would have prepared for me. I miss my mom.....*sob*

Sunday 8am: No change to how I feel. I thought about tomorrow...Monday...I have to go to work. At the rate I'm feeling, I don't think I can. But we'll see.

For now, let me eat my left-over pizza so I can take something to make me feel better.