Leaving On A Jet Plane

I went to the National Bureau of Investigations (NBI) last Thursday, something that was new to me. It was nothing more than a long line, leading to a man who dirtied my hands, took an awful photo of me, and a lot of shoving. It went on rather slowly, which really got to my impatience. Good thing we got there early, or else it would have pissed me off more than it already did.

Now if you’re wondering why the heck would I go there, it was to process a few papers that I needed before I could jet plane my way out of the country. Yes, OUT OF THE PHILIPPINES.
Now, going there wasn’t a voluntary thing. I was forced by my mother to go there with her and my father, who had to process the same papers as well. I was mandated to be excused for the whole day just to get that done. So I went through it with a heavy heart. Sitting there waiting wasn’t something I liked, so I wasted the hours thinking and listening to an iPod. That same day, I spent the night at my grandmother’s house.

And guess who decided to visit? This girl I’ve been wooing for a few weeks now. She came to pick up a book she needed. She got the book, but sadly, that was all the interaction we had. I was disappointed, but then again, I realized she wasn’t exactly obligated to reciprocate what I felt for her.
So then a thought came to my mind.

“What would happen to those I’ll leave behind once I leave for California?”

It wasn’t a fun subject, but it really had me going. Some might be relieved, some might feel bad. But to be honest, I don’t really think my leaving would change anything. I’m no integral part of anyone’s life anyways. I’m nothing more than an acquaintance you’d come to if you need something from me. So I guess, even if I left, not much would change.

I mean, could you really answer yes if I asked you,
“If I left, never to return again, would you at least feel a few minutes of sadness?”

So as that Thursday ended, I sighed, staring at the ceiling, thinking that leaving the country wouldn’t be a bad idea.

A vacation, a break, an escape.

Besides, no one would me miss, right?