I will never be whole.
That’s what I thought to myself when I left home — the country where I was born and raised. I said I could never be happy because there is no other place like home. Manila, Philippines was the best place for me, its warmth and comfort unrivaled. It is a magical place where friendships were forged and lives were lived to the fullest. I did not want to give this strange land a chance.
I arrive at Quebec, Canada, my mind set on not appreciating the cold weather, the powdery snow, the clean, crisp air and the open space. I missed my friends, I missed my life. For five years I convinced myself that I would never love this country and its strange language.
Little by little, I started noticing things here and there. I learned the language. I appreciated the way the leaves changed colors in autumn. I started enjoying the four seasons, learned how to adapt, opened myself to new things, started meeting new people. I started to live.
Of course I still miss home. It will always be home to me. I just opened myself to the possibility of having two homes. I realized that distance won’t sever a bond of friendship that is strong and true. I learned that letting my heart accept my new home does not mean that I betrayed my previous one. My heart is big enough to love both,