2022 marks the fifth year after I left the Philippines. Five years is a blip in life, but considering that I spent two years of it in a pandemic, those five years both feel like a lot and nothing at the same time. I took time to think about things that I know now.
Category: Musings
When I became a freelancer, I thought I was going to be one forever. I started because I thought I wanted to escape the drudgery of working fixed hours. I wanted to live, and going to the office was taking the life out of me. It turned out my problem was not the hours—it was because I lost track of my purpose.
The weather was never a subject of concern. Until late 2018 when I moved from the tropics, where you can trust the sun to shine brightly every day, to Amsterdam where sunlight is best described as erratic.
Photos from 2016 show fantastic things that happened to me this year, but the real best things weren’t caught on camera. Traveling was still a huge part of my year but more than these experiences, 2016 was a year of self-discovery. I’ll call it the year I came to terms with my own titahood.
From a corporate employee, I have turned myself into a freelance writer/online worker/ self-employed individual. I’m still at loss when answering forms that asks for Occupation because I still can’t believe that yes, even when it doesn’t feel like it, this is my occupation (at least for now). I’ve been tempted to write non-practicing telecoms professional. I would love to romanticize how the whole decision-making process went, how years of imagining finally became reality, and how it felt to finally