Choices

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“Do you have any regrets coming here to Việt Nam?”

I don’t know why but I get this question a lot. From friends in the Philippines, my family, and the people I’ve met here in Đà Nẵng. I was out with some friends enjoying milk tea last night when someone asked me this question again. And one more time, I searched myself.

“No.” Was my response last night and for all the other instances before that.

Others probably think that my previous job is more ideal than the one I have right now. But they couldn’t be more wrong. The thing is, life is more than the number written on your paycheck. So much more than the amount you have in your bank account. And way more than what other people think.

I’ve been through hell and high water coming here. I cried tears I wouldn’t have cried if I hadn’t left my comfort bubble in the Philippines. But you know what? I would’ve missed on a lot if I hadn’t taken that leap of faith. I wouldn’t have met all these amazing people who inspire and encourage me every single day if I hadn’t burst that bubble and taken a plunge into living and not just existing.

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Homesick

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Something has been bugging me these past few days. It’s been keeping me awake until the wee hours of the morning and I couldn’t just put my finger on it. Or I probably already know what it is… I just keep on denying it.

If you’ve read my previous post, you’d know that I’ve been here in Vietnam for three months now. I’ve had lots of ups and downs, hits and misses, and I’m thankful for every one of them. Despite all the life drama, my heart is actually in a good place.

But as the Christmas season draws nearer and nearer, my heart is also becoming more and more restless. This is the first time I’m spending Christmas away from home. I honestly didn’t want to write about this. But I have to. Because I just need to acknowledge the fact that I’m missing home so much.

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Mama & Papa

I miss mama and her constant reminders and sermons. I miss her food. I miss how she would nag me about cleaning my room and then just proceeds to cleaning it herself. I miss papa and our discussions about politics, entertainment, business and basically just about anything under the sun. I miss how supportive he is of my food experiments. I miss his childlike enthusiasm. I miss saying the words mama and papa. I miss cooking for them. I miss seeing them even though we don’t always see eye to eye on some things.

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