No goodbyes.

We first met in Manila as we were preparing to take on our new jobs as Cabin Crew for Oman Air. We shared a meal in Chowking in Manila while waiting on our next steps in getting our visas. We sat next to each other on the bus in Muscat while we were going to our new home and decided right there and there that we were gonna be roommates and the rest as they say is history.

I can still remember the very first night we had in Muscat, they had given us food to eat and a well stocked refrigerator and all the essential appliances we need. When the rest of the bunch didn’t eat the food they gave us, Kristine and I devoured that rice meal like there was no tomorrow. It was our first meal in our new home and a start of our new life in this whole new world which was the Middle East. I think we adjusted really well considering the circumstances we were in, having friends made it so much easier to be away from our parents, siblings and friends in the Philippines. And up until now, I don’t think I could have gone through this four years with out my girls.

When you live in another country the people you are with day in and day out become your family. Kristine was more than just a roommate to me, we were sisters. And as our stint as roommates will soon come to an end, I know that our relationship as sisters will forever be.

There are so many memories to think of when you think of four years with a person. From our training days, boeing flights and airbus layovers. Our times in Muscat when we would just hang out at the malls or just stay at home and watch our TFC. I still cannot grasp the thought of Kristine not being in the same flat anymore. Even if her room is practically empty, something inside me still says she’s coming back, even if she isn’t. It’s a bittersweet time really, I am extremely happy that she is moving on with her life, getting married to a wonderful guy and I am only thankful that we got to know each other and have become great friends.

I cannot even begin to write what I am going to miss about Tin. We have gone through so much in the last few years, we have seen the best and the worst of each other and yet we stick by each other. Usually these instances have involved the men in our lives, haha, you gotta love them. We had our fair share of tears of sorrow and more importantly tears of happiness. I will miss our late night talks in our little dining area where all of us love to gather even if it’s the smallest of all the flats in our building. Our breakfast talks in the morning over pancakes and eggs. Our walks to Istanboly for Shawarma and Labneh with Honey and/or lambchops and boneless chicken. Us hanging out in each other’s room to watch the same TFC show and only recently OSN. I will surely miss our flights together. The fitting of outfits before the flight. Our shopping trips and sprees on our layovers. Our food trips and just being together, even on the turnaround flights. I will miss you being the big sister to everyone here even if I am elder of all of you guys. I will miss your bacham food and of course the adobo that you are oh so famous for.

Our flat will always remind me of you and I guess among all of the girls, I will miss you the most. The fridge full of magnets will only be a reminder of all the places we’ve been to and will always make me smile or even cry.

I wish you all the best in this new chapter of your life, Tin. I cannot wait to see you happily married with little Tins and Peemays running around in your awesome Perth home.

Someone said that you should give your friends in MCT two months and they will forget about you when you leave, let’s prove them wrong and keep in touch and be friends for life.

I love you Kristine. I will miss you everyday. No goodbyes!!!