So here I am. New place. New Life. But still wishing my life would go here already! Sigh! Just counting the days ’til October!

Seven years after I moved to Metro Manila, I decided to move to another city and country altogether. Why? Greener pastures? Better future? All those usual stuff.

I thought I was already independent in Manila but here, I learned to really explore new things without hesitation. I tried out different bus routes and such. You think I would do that in a place like Manila? No way! I’d be too much of a scairdy cat! Hahahah! That’s what I love about this place. I can go home late at night and still not be afraid to ride the bus and walk 5-10 minutes from the bus stop. Plus, I do my own laundry now and even iron my own clothes! Laundry service here is just too expensive. And yes, I’ve learned to savor brewed coffee…but not before I dilute it in water and a teaspoon of creamer!

And the shopping! Do not even let me begin talking about all the shops and promo’s here! In fact, I’m not going to talk about it at all. No listing down of all the purchases because that would only make me feel like a materialistic tramp. Which I am not! There is more to me than all those make-up, shoes, clothes, etc! Hahahaha!

Work has been well work. So far so good. After two weeks of training, it’s suffice to say that my job here has only 30% of my workload back in my old job but the salary is well…secret! I’m thankful to be part of this new team in this multi-national company. Just in the right place at the right time, I suppose. Free vendo is love! LOL! Of course I’m not only thankful for the free stuff in the pantry! I have met a lot of new faces, learned new, better and easier processes too!

But I don’t know…sometimes when I pass by stores selling HP laptops, I suddenly feel nostalgic and cannot believe that I am no longer part of that company. (Even when I was never part of those groups selling laptops…but it’s HP, so gets?) Oh well, we all have to move on, right?

“Good Byes” are really not for me. Despite of all the flights I’ve had to and from Davao, I can never keep in the tears. That’s just who I am and that’s how I deal. I’ve been trying to be strong here. Distracting myself with all the places to go, things to do and what-have-you’s and more often than not, I have been successful with doing so. But there are times when the only way to make myself feel good is to let it all out.

…Counting the days ’til October!