Usually by this time of the year my best friend and I would be sitting at the bar in NRG - where she celebrated her 16th birthday and have grown to love since - sipping margaritas and corona, talking about heart race to heart breaks, new found love and songs that could possibly be the perfect tune for fading into the sunset before the credits roll in.
This year I'm not with her, and this year she's with someone else - her husband, who is amazing beyond words, he's not perfect but he's perfect for her and I am grateful for him while I went and try to find myself and more things that matter.
Three months here in the Philippines, I can't say it's bad at all but it sure is better than my first experience here, and this sure wasn't my first choice either. I am still deciding on letting anyone in on the latter, but it sure would be quite a relief - at least I think so.
I decided to come here for a lot of reasons - one of them is that my father is getting old, in 2 years he's going to be retiring and I'd really hate to see the look on his face when he realizes he hasn't made me graduate school - the simplest thing in the world. So I took my bags, bought a ticket online and then told them about my plans - I took a stand which has been a rare sighting from me in ages. The thought of this pool tears in my eyes, I haven't said much about things and that's so not me - things that matter.
Since my reasonable time here in the Philippines, I've felt pretty good, my grades are good, I'm getting to know myself a little more everyday, I help myself discover the people around me, the places I could see, I've recently took on a job in the school's Language and Education Center to teach English to Koreans. My essay was described to be long and poetic, I thought it was irrelevant - my essay. I enjoy my course that is AB Foreign Service major in Diplomacy, I really have no idea what to do with it yet but being in my Political Science two times a week help make it clear to me that I love banter, the healthy ones. At first I was really just taken by the language course it requires, I have a choice between Spanish, French, Mandarin or Japanese. My first choice would be obvious, but then I apply myself in the picture that my classes paint in my mind and I can't say they ain't pretty. I love countries, languages, culture anything that has something to do with diversity and I would one day like to contribute or be one who can leave a footprint in one or more of things that concern those.
I realize that I'm blabbering all over my point, but then that also gives me a glimpse of who I really am and who I was before and some things will just have to be changed, like my decisiveness for one.
Carpe Diem.
xoxo
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