Underwear?... Check. Pants?.... Check. T-shirt?... Check. Socks.?.... check. Shoes?.... Check. Perfume?... Check. Hair?.... Check. Luggage?.... Check. Everything seems so ready, but not me. Leaving my hometown???... was like killing yourself softly. Undeniably, I feel frightened. This would probably a great avenue for me to make a difference in my life. I'm not used of living alone. It may be the saddest part of my life, but I'm willing to take risk just to learn. I'm just 16 that time and my parents are really supportive even though it's also hard for them to let me live alone.
It was a dim sunset when my family and I closed the last car door and began the treacherous journey southwest. The open road lay before us, and the uncharted possibilities began to take form. I almost shed a tear as I saw our little hometown fade into the distance behind us as the wheels of the car carried us relentlessly on our way to Ormoc City. Everything I have known and loved was still in that small town. All my friends, memories, my neighbors, my everything. I was leaving them all behind to face a new challenge.
When we reached the port, I felt very weary. I didn't say any goodbyes to my family beacuse I know sooner or later, I'll still be back soon. My parents hug me so tight. They even gave me messages before I leave. All I have that time is my bag full of stuffs. I have no one to stay with in Cebu. No companionship, no friends, no family. It seemed to be in a world full of lions-totally a strange place. I don't even know how it looks like. It was my very first time to travel alone and to live alone.
Here's your guide on your way from Ormoc to Cebu:
After almost six hours of traveling by boat, finally I was able to take my first step in Cebu. Right after, I took a jeepney heading to my dormitory.
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