Crossing the seas

In a few days, it will be my fourth month here in the US. I left Manila in November without knowing what will happen, which way to traverse, where to proceed. It was all so surreal to me that time.

It wasn't easy. You were born in one place and lived there all your life and, suddenly, one day you get this notice that will change the course of things for you. In just three months, you wind down your affairs and start to go through all your things. And when finally you thought you had everything in place, the next biggest problem was stuffing a lifetime's worth of things in just two boxes.

Most of what you worked for had to be left behind. As in everything. From books to appliances to hundreds of CD's and DVD's to a condo. Including a relationship.

Who says moving to the US was that easy?

And so it's back

I stopped writing more than five years ago. I never knew why. It's not that I ran out of things to write. With thoughts endlessly swirling in my head, I'm sure I can find something to talk about. It was mostly fear. The topics I choose to talk about here are all genuinely personal. I thought continuing to write meant unnecessarily baring my stories to the world when they were really better off shared only to people who matter. I guess I would have to draw a line somewhere.

Many things have happened since. I left practically everything in Manila four months ago. I now live in a different country, permanently. What happened in between should be captured somehow. This is my attempt to chronicle the story and, along the way, pay tribute to life, love, and, well, lust.