It's been a year since my last entry. I know that my blog isn't living up to its title. There has not been a lot of random thoughts penned down and no cranial paroxysms generated. Let me assure you though that there had been a lot of those is the past year. They just never reached this page.
I'd say the last year has been though. There were decisions to make and new roads to travel. To some of you, you already know that I have been teaching while working a BPO job. It wasn't easy but I was able to manage until such time that I decided that I don't need to get tired all the time to get what I want. Hence, I quit my teaching and BPO job, packed my belongings and moved back to the province where I grew up.
I have been here for the last three months and although everything has been good, there were times that I doubt my decision. Quitting my job was not easy. I loved what I did and I lived on my own. Moving back to the countryside is like learning to walk. While in the city, people are more accepting with comments and all the weird and out of this world things. On the contrary, I felt an outsider in a place where almost everyone know everybody. This is the place I grew up in but I could not even leave a single word when I am not satisfied with the service I received. I feel the need to find my voice - a totally different voice. A voice that is more appropriate to the countryside.
It is a challenge not to open my mouth every time I want to say something or to school my facial features and my tone of voice. Let's just say, I got used to the city and now that I live in the province, I have to learn when to speak or act.#
I'd say the last year has been though. There were decisions to make and new roads to travel. To some of you, you already know that I have been teaching while working a BPO job. It wasn't easy but I was able to manage until such time that I decided that I don't need to get tired all the time to get what I want. Hence, I quit my teaching and BPO job, packed my belongings and moved back to the province where I grew up.
I have been here for the last three months and although everything has been good, there were times that I doubt my decision. Quitting my job was not easy. I loved what I did and I lived on my own. Moving back to the countryside is like learning to walk. While in the city, people are more accepting with comments and all the weird and out of this world things. On the contrary, I felt an outsider in a place where almost everyone know everybody. This is the place I grew up in but I could not even leave a single word when I am not satisfied with the service I received. I feel the need to find my voice - a totally different voice. A voice that is more appropriate to the countryside.
It is a challenge not to open my mouth every time I want to say something or to school my facial features and my tone of voice. Let's just say, I got used to the city and now that I live in the province, I have to learn when to speak or act.#
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