Three and a Half Weeks

It's been almost a month since I hopped on a plane from Manila to work here in Singapore. It was on my yearly wish list, but I never really thought I'll actually get a job here, much more to settle down and live here, but here I am now trying to adjust to a life in a mega-city known for efficiency and plenty.Of course there are moments when I miss home, the chaos of Manila,chicharon and adobo and Lucky Me Instant Pancit Canton, and my previous life of not constantly bothering to check if I have clean clothes to wear, or remember if I have ironed out dress shirts to make myself look at least decent amongst a designer wearing crowd each morning. Right here I must do everything on my own, all the way down from buying my own food to doing my laundry weekly. But it's a small price to pay for all the amazing things I've seen thus far, the warm and friendly people I've been meeting, and the confidence that only working in a global environment can provide. I've wanted this moment to happen to me, and now I am actually living it. I know that no matter what happens, this was one plane ride I'm glad I took and didn't miss.