She leaned back on her seat and stared at the wall across her. On it was pinned a printout of a plane ticket for a flight happening 24 hours from now.
She was all packed and ready to go, but there still seemed to be a hundred little details that she was missing out on. Sure, she had a to-do list, but every time she crossed out one task, two more would be added in its place. She supposed that it was just how it goes when one moved countries.
She turned away from the piece of paper and looked out the window. There wasn’t much to see now that it was late in the evening, but there was the relief of a breeze that floated inside. It brought with it a familiar scent, the earthy scent of her homeland, the kind of scent that brought about all kinds of memories.
She sat there as she saw images of her childhood, from the paper dolls she used to play with to daring her friends to ring the doorbell of the spooky house next to the school. She also remembered the people she met, from the high school sweethearts to the college friends she just had coffee with the other day.
A little tear fell down her cheek as she thought these things, when the familiar smell of fried garlic suddenly hit her.
She smiled. Her mother must be around and cooking something again.
With a little laugh, she shook her head and got up. “No need to worry about tomorrow,” she whispered, as she moved to the kitchen. “Let’s just focus on today.”
And she greeted her mom, who was preparing her favorite adobo, with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
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First written April 28, 2018.