This morning, as the sun gently warmed the small streets of Sagay and the scent of damp earth and fresh pandesal drifted through the air, I took a deep breath and stepped outside. Wearing my favorite white off-shoulder dress — the one that’s been with me through birthdays and beach walks — I felt like the world was giving me a fresh start. My suitcase was packed with only the essentials and a heart full of excitement.
I stood in front of our family home for a while, taking it all in. The papaya tree in the corner, the sound of roosters in the distance, the warmth of our labrador brushing against my leg. For all the pain that brought me to this moment — the tears, the heartbreak of divorce — there’s also a profound sense of lightness.
Neighbors passed by, waving and wishing me well. I smiled genuinely. For the first time in a long while, I could say I was truly happy. Not because I had everything figured out, but because I was finally letting go.
Leaving home is never easy, but I’m doing it for me. And for the possibilities waiting across the ocean. I’m going to Oklahoma — a place I’ve never been, where an old friend is waiting to welcome me, not with pressure or expectation, but with kindness.
This isn’t just a trip. It’s a rebirth. And this morning in Sagay, with the sun catching the dew on the bougainvillea and the quiet hum of life waking up around me, I knew this was the right choice.
Goodbye, Sagay. I love you. But I’m ready for the next chapter.
