When I was a kid, I was told by my mom to do what I wanted to do in my life except for my father. My father is a conservative and strict home figure that had set rules to follow, and opinions of mine don’t matter.
But that situation changed after years of dedication. I finished my study in college and had some rock bottoms.
After my university, the real world hit me and I realized enough was enough and began to ask myself what could I do to make my life valued.
I took some corporate jobs for 5 years to survive since I lived independently without asking a single dime from my parents. Don’t get me wrong, they were supportive, although we are not rich compared to some families in the Philippines.
I told my parents about this idea, and luckily they gave me words of wisdom that I can keep with me whenever I start my journey of moving abroad. My friends were the best non-supportive but why the heck am I going to value their feedback for?I knew I had plans on my own, and there was no turning back. I created my future, and yeah I was super determined to be a location independent and worked for myself.
After the death of my cousin and best friend Andrew, I decided I needed to focus my attention on something. While I love watching movies and enjoyed my company with friends, I wanted something more exciting.
On a Friday morning, I received a call from a recruitment agency about my online application. They were interested in my application for Saudi Arabia. I went for an interview and got shortlisted. After three months of waiting, I received a call that I will be leaving the country in 3 days. I was ecstatic, and at the same time sad because I will be missing my parents and friends. I knew that was the beginning of everything.
I packed my things without any doubts. I didn’t leave my family and friends permanently. We will meet anyhow, it’s just that I need to get out of from comfort zone. My first year of my life as an expat wasn’t easy, a lot of struggles with my inner personality, social pressures, politics with my workplace, culture adjustment, and my beliefs has changed towards religion, and relationships.
I focused on what was important, again. I started a travel blog, began traveling nearby places, talked to people who are not my mother tongue, and mingled with other expats.Yes, it quickly became more than just for fun. I would spend hours and hours every day redesigning my website and how to create a community space on the internet. Slowly, I began gaining attraction, and attention. Funny to say, my 15-year-old sister was my first reader and an avid follower of my blog.
People were commenting, and sharing my post but that wasn’t the only thing that motivated me, it wasn’t the engagement alone boosted my spirit as a travel blogger. It was my travel story shared to people who were motivated by my journey. I remember when I first got off the plane, I thought: What the heck am I doing to my life in this world! I never imagined I could live the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I didn’t know the language at the start and the customs.
Fast forward, every morning I wake up to pray and peek the wonderful country of Saudi Arabia. It took two years for me to finally accepted that I am here, I am living my dream.
I think sometimes you need to work out and decide for your dreams. Everything I’ve worked for the past few years has led me to this.