Always under the same sky

Although I'm getting used to being on my own and away from the people I love, once in a while I still find myself missing them. The silence is calming, but I keep looking for the chaos only present when I have close friends and family around. I have honestly forgotten what it's like. I long for the comfort of their warm embrace and am counting down the days when I finally see their grins again—and this time outside Skype. Understanding that this distance is only temporary, however, motivates me and makes me strive to be the better person I have always hoped, the me I was seeking out for on this journey...

And I say a little prayer—


For the silly Gs, my relatives in Maryland, that they continue to share jokes at the dinner table and fight (lovingly) about who gets to use the computer


For my ModPo professor and TAs in Pennsylvania, who reignited my passion for poetry and whom I wish I could visit and meet before I return home


For my Somo-underscore-cousins (especially those in California), to keep the bond and the love alive wherever we may end up in


For my Moks, my best friend in Texas, we will have our chance someday
For me, courage as always: that I do what it takes and make the most out of the couple of months I have left on this side of the world. And finally for us; may we all be blessed with peace and clarity, and faith and love, everyday for the rest of our lives.

Photos were taken during my rather pleasant flights to and from Los Angeles; the stopovers were quite coincidental and I had window seats without fail, which made up for the hassle and stress caused by running from one terminal to another, chasing my next trip.