A few days ago, my good friend, room mate, travel buddy Tess asked me if I had any plans of moving or working abroad. I readily said, “Of course that crossed my mind. If an opportunity comes along, why not?” I added, “But now that my Mom is sick, I’d prefer to be close to her.” If I were living and working abroad, I don’t think I could last long away from her. I would probably die because of too much worrying. That’s how much I love my Mom.
A lot of my friends have moved to the US (and other parts of the world). I know they have their own reasons and that’s the path they chose.
A few years before my Dad died in ’97, he was planning to move the whole family to the US. He was having problems with people he was working with. He started to drink and smoke heavily, he also stopped playing Tennis. At that time, moving was a form of escape. Maybe if we had moved, he would probably still be alive today. I wish we had moved. But we didn’t. The past is past. (I know my Dad is happy where he is right now, he's with Him always looking after us. I love you, Dad!)
If ever I go abroad, it would only be just for a few weeks or months, but not for good. My life is here in the Philippines. My family is here, my friends are here. But, who knows what life has in store for me...