Starting All Over Again

I have always wanted to be trained of the skill that I am wanting. Last year, I was granted a DOST scholarship in UP. I waited so long for this chance to come but it seemed it was not yet my time. Since I was still recuperating from my lung granuloma that time, I was out of focus. After an emotional attachment, so attached, with my wife and kids, brought about by that fear of dying, I was not able to let go of the feeling.
Besides, early morning travel from Recto to Diliman pissed me. Add to this is the eerie ambience at the College of Science where I had my first blow of tears. I was inside one of the lecture rooms when lightning and thunder struck the already gloomy morning. I was detached from the younger group of students. I was isolating myself since I knew nobody. It rained hard. A cold wind passed by. It brought a nostalgic moment. I didn't like the feeling. I was thinking I would be out of my mind if I have to experience it everyday. I called my wife. I said, "I don't like it here anymore." Tears abundantly rolled on my cheeks in what I considered the loneliest moment of my life.
See you again in some other time, UPD.
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man in the moon