The Halfway Mark

Exactly six months ago, I left the Philippines and exchanged a relatively secure and comfortable life for something that I have always dreamed about. Right after getting that student visa, I can still remember how busy, stressful and emotional those last two and a half weeks were prior to my big adventure. Almost every day, I was meeting a friend or a group of friends to say goodbye because I didn’t knew then when I will be coming back. In the midst of the many OFWs at the departure gate, I was in a crying frenzy while talking to my family and closest friends over the phone. Just minutes before the airplane landed at Paris CDG airport, I can’t believe I haven’t ran out of tears and I was still crying some more. What was playing in my brain is a scenario of how I would hurriedly reclaim my baggage so I could dash towards the departure area to buy the next available ticket bound for Manila. If I were a little scared, I might have just held back and chickened out. But I know myself better and it would have been way crazier not to have pursued the opportunities ahead of me. So the minute I set my foot outside the plane, I forced the tears from falling down. They never did since then.

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