One last day

I woke up this morning realizing that I would be leaving the Philippines tomorrow afternoon. How fast time flies. I don't want to go back home yet, but my short but fun time here is up. I'm borrowing a laptop to use at the moment, and I'm using the internet for the first time in what feels like a long time. I've taken a bunch of pictures and written everything I could about the trip, but it doesn't feel like it's enough to capture everything I've experienced.

It doesn't feel like anything is waiting for me back home. I'm reluctant to go back. "If only I can stay for one more week..."  But no. Just one last day.

And I think to myself... "I'm glad I came here."