After so much negotiation last week, I finally had my 2 rest days. Thank-you-so-much-to-my-generous-workmate for agreeing a schedule swap for a week. Right after my work last Sunday I went straight to the bus terminal and braved the 6hr drive going home with no sleep at all. Thank God, I survived the long travel.
Seeing the happy faces of all the members of my family was heaven. Embracing them was happiness. I truly miss them, terribly so. Being with family is the best. Doing simple things like dining together, updating each other's life, movie marathon, eating merienda together oh man those simple things are divine.
With my kind of work I seldom spent time with my family, when I had the chance I really made sure that each moment was well spent. Hearing each one's laughter is just so refreshing. Spending my "hard-to-get" restdays with my family is nothing but pure joy. Indeed, there's no place like home.