If you have been following this blog, you would have seen my previous post/rant about my recent trip to the Philippines (previous post: A Very Long Trip Home). I did capture a few images while I was there, that I would like to share with everyone.
Miscellaneous Pictures in the Philippines
This morning I arrived home from what has probably been my worst travel experience, up to date. It wasn’t the destination that made it bad. It was the delays I experienced on the way home, that have left me feeling the way I do today. My flight was scheduled to leave Manila, Philippines at 6:30 am a couple of days ago. It was delayed due to some less than desirable weather. A tropical storm hit the Philippines just about the same time I was supposed to flying out, and of course my flight was delayed.
After calling the airline, I was informed that my flight had been rescheduled for 3:55 that afternoon. I showed up to the airport around 1:00 pm to check in. After saying good-bye to my family members that had driven me to the airport, I waited to board my flight. Then I waited some more… And then I waited some more. The flight finally started boarding around 6:30 pm – over 2 hours later than what I was told.
By this time, my connecting flight to New York City, out of Beijing, China, was long gone – it was scheduled for 1:30 pm earlier that day. I didn’t arrive in Beijing until about 1:30 am. The airline provided me with a hotel room for the night, well, half a hotel room. I had to share a room with one of the other passengers that also missed a connecting flight. That wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t terrible. I was able to take a shower and get some food, but I didn’t get any sleep.
Beijing, China – checking into the hotel
I didn’t get checked into the hotel until about 4:00 am. It had taken that long for me to get through China’s immigration and catch a bus to the hotel. I checked out at 10:00 am to check into my flight scheduled for 1:00 pm – a day later than I was originally supposed to fly out. This plane didn’t take off until 2:30 pm, which seems to be on par with what I had been experiencing with this airline.
It took about 12 hours to get to New York City. After getting through US immigration, I grabbed a cab to Chinatown and was just in time to catch the bus back to Virginia – another 7 hours of travel. I had barely made it in time – the bus had pulled into the station as I was buying my ticket.
I finally arrived in Virginia at around 1:30 am this morning. It was a good feeling to finally be home, but the travel ordeal has take it’s toll on me. Besides being extremely tired, my body was sore. My tailbone ached from sitting for such a long time, my back ached, I’ve got a sore throat, and my nose was beginning to run.
I’m glad to be home. It will take me a few days to get over the jet lag. And before I actually lay down and sleep, I’m going out for hot soup and a sandwich.
About a month ago, I was having a conversation with my mother while eating lunch. The subject somehow found its way to art, and my mother was telling me how gifted she thought I was and how great she thought my artwork is. I then told her, that I wanted to pursue something creative as a career.
I have been thinking about going back to school and getting a second degree in graphic design. I currently have a bachelor’s degree in computer science, but I haven’t been able to land a job in that field. I have a pretty good job right now, doing technical support on the phones for one of the leading electronic companies. What is a good job, it’s not something that I feel is a career and I am nearing plateau as far as advancement. I feel like it’s a time for change. I want something I can call a career, not just a job. Not only that, I want a career I can be passionate about.
Well okay, let me get back to that conversation I was having with my mother. I had just told her, more or less, that I want to pursue my dreams.that I want to pursue my dreams. After hearing the compliments she had for me, I was expecting her to be supportive… Or at least, be open to the idea of me doing more creatively. What she said next has been bugging me ever since. Instead of saying anything remotely positive, she jumped right into saying that I needed to be “practical”. Then comma she went on to say that I could do it on the side, but I needed to keep working a “real job”.
This pretty much ended the conversation. I’ve always wanted to do things that would allow me to be creative, and this is always been her response. I guess I was foolish to expect anything else. When I was younger, I love this train of thought determine what I did. After High School I just started working. After a while, my parents offered to send me to school in the Philippines where I, eventually, got my degree in computer science – something that seemed “practical”. Since coming back to the United States after college, I feel like I’ve done everything but work in the field that I studied.
I do appreciate the job I have today, but I know that this is not the end of the road for me. I don’t plan to quit this job and become a starving artist, but I do realize that I need to start pursuing my dreams.I believe that the talent I have been given and the passion that is deep inside my heart were given to me by God. If I pursue what’s in my heart, I believe I will be successful. I know getting there will not be easy. I don’t have any attention to not be “practical” in the pursuit of my passions, but I’m no longer going to let being “practical” get in the way of pursuing the things I’m passionate about.