More than a year ago, I had my life plotted out perfectly. Or so Ithought. The things we laid out "till death do us part", I have to now work out, on my own.. It's scary, as it is exciting, but I decided to take the steps, and enter the world of grown-ups. It is strange - this world of mortgages, real estate taxes, investments, savings (gulp) and yes, thinking about the future. (Potah, how can real estate documentary stamps cause P5k +++??? I had to pay tens of thousands just for documents and processing fees.. haaaaaaaaaaay..Nakakaiyak ever! :)) It is surreal. It does not mesh well with my living-in-the-moment lifestyle.
Yet, the truth is, this getting old bit is getting to me.. No matter how many immigration officials have mistaken me for an unaccompanied minor everytime I approach their booth, it doesn't change the fact that, yes, gulp again, I've finally gotten past the twenty-sumthing range. Ouch. No matter how much I want to stay stuck, I have to move forward, and face real responsibilities. Alone or not. Just as no matter how much I resist, Manila is now my home, and Cebu is just well, full of fond memories of my generally happy youth.. I feel like a stranger there even as I'm anonymous here. But thank God for the friends and family whom I can still go back to, whenever I feel like getting in touch with my roots or the need to reconnect, whenever I want to feel grounded again. Like it or not, I am here for the long haul. Well, you know, until I take on another opportunity for growth. But for now, this is my place under the sun. It is far from being charmed, but I have come to love it just the same.Which is also why I'm declining the new carrot called another U.S. assignment flashed before me. I don't wanna pack my bags again. Not yet. Not when I haven't even unpacked everything since I arrived last year. I wanna stay and see what's out here for me. Hey, there will always be new opportunities down the road, as long as we continue to seek them out.Yes, I'm staying. Unless of course I run out of gimik money, and I have to eat my words. Haha. Kidding.
Labels: life
Dose Me
- Petite
- Mark
- Jude
- Rene
- Sieggy
- Nic
- Elmer
- Jonna
- Must Love Dogs
- Jeepney Diaries
- Yuan
- Fragmented
- Beach House
- October 2001
- November 2001
- December 2001
- January 2002
- February 2002
- March 2002
- April 2002
- May 2002
- June 2002
- July 2002
- August 2002
- September 2002
- October 2002
- November 2002
- December 2002
- January 2003
- February 2003
- March 2003
- April 2003
- May 2003
- June 2003
- July 2003
- August 2003
- September 2003
- October 2003
- November 2003
- December 2003
- January 2004
- February 2004
- March 2004
- April 2004
- May 2004
- June 2004
- July 2004
- August 2004
- September 2004
- October 2004
- May 2005
- November 2005
- December 2005
- January 2006
- February 2006
- March 2006
- April 2006
- May 2006
- June 2006
- July 2006
- August 2006
- September 2006
- October 2006
- November 2006
- December 2006
- January 2007
- February 2007
- March 2007
- April 2007
- May 2007
- June 2007
- July 2007
- August 2007
- October 2007
- November 2007
- January 2008
- February 2008
- March 2008
- April 2008
- May 2008
- June 2008
- August 2008
- September 2008
- October 2008
- November 2008
- December 2008
- January 2009
- March 2009
- April 2009
- May 2009
- July 2009
- August 2009
- September 2009
- October 2009
- November 2009
- January 2010
- February 2010
- March 2010
- April 2010
- May 2010
- July 2010
- August 2010
- January 2011
- February 2011
- March 2011
- May 2012
- December 2012
- September 2013
Virtual Hug
Spoonful of Music
Eye Candy
always on vacation mode ;)
Vitamin F
Memory Boosters
