After months of just sharing something from somewhere or someone, I write once again- because this is worth writing about. Last Friday, I took a leap of faith. I left Metro Manila - my family, my job, my friends (and my car : ( ) and took a plane to Davao, where I decided to settle and live the coming [n] years of my life. It was a move motivated not by professional reasons but by personal decisions, most of which, greatly involve marital plans. Suffice to say, I decided, I acted, and now I'm here in Davao, momentarily alone - no family, no friends, no TV, no DVDs, no books - just a small house and a few basic items to just make it through every day.
It's only been three days since I left and it already feels like a week. I kill boredom by driving around and going to malls. I tried talking to the security guard downstairs but he seemed happier opening and closing the gate (or maybe he just find it hard conversing in Tagalog) than talking to me. If this is getting too 'OA' for you then stop reading 'cause its going to get worse.
Friday. My first night here in Davao was depressing, I guess because it was the time when everything just sinks in, knowing that I am already here, starting a life from scratch. My morale gets the needed boost from calls from Tet, my parents and friends. I was dreading the next morning because I already have to start at work.
Saturday. When I woke up, I read an SMS from a friend sharing about her dream and I smiled - thank God for small favors. My first day at work was surprising - I'll just leave it at that. I spent the day being oriented and brought to different project sites. Work ended and I drove back to the house for a little more alone time, awaiting my first Sunday as a Davaeno.
Today (Sunday). I attended my 'first' mass, bought my 'first' groceries, washed my 'first' laundry and paid for my 'first' car wash. The closest human interaction I had were 'conversations' with sales ladies, a car wash boy, two guards and a waiter. All starting with them asking me something in Bisaya and me, telling them I did not understand a single word they said, and them repeating what they said in Tagalog. It's smooth sailing afterwards, but I just have to start with the same ordeal over and over again. It was a full day, and every now and then I look at my phone hoping to see new SMS messages.