the anniversary

April 8 was a significant date for me. I left my country to work abroad exactly 22 years ago. It is also my wedding anniversary (church wedding,that is). To put it clearly, April 8, 1979 was when I exchanged my wedding vows to the father of my 4 children and April 8,1989 was when I left them temporarily to seek a greener pasture, so to speak. Which means, I spent only 10 whole years with my family and the next 22 years I've been away about 11 months per year. Which also means Ive been married for 32 years. Hah! Thats a lifetime already....

Today is the start of my new working contract to the institution where I've been getting my livelihood. Looking back, I thought I'd be here only for a few years to earn enough and then go home back to my family. But alas it did not happen. A lot of things transpired with my family that I could not just leave my work,the main reason is financial, as experienced by millions of expats like me. So here I am, starting my 23rd contract year, still doing the same job over and over again. But I'm not complaining because the fruits of my labor are as tangible as the sun and the moon above. Added perk is the fact that the world seems to be getting smaller because of new technologies, where communication is as easy and as fast as when we are living together in one roof. There's no more excuse not to get in touch constantly.

 there's no time and space between people who love unconditionally........

how it all began

I had this blogging idea from a daughter who blogs away her experiences and thoughts everytime she has the chance. I ask her if I'm not too old yet to start blogging and was reassured it's still okay at my age to do this stuff which in my younger years was unheard of. So here i am pounding my keyboard to start a new undertaking. It would take me away from the boredom and the hundrums of my expat life, and somehow lift my spirit when the goings are tough.
I used to write a journal about my experiences, a diary even, when I was at school but it became so boring and so blase' that I stopped a long time ago and never got back to doing it. But with this new baby, I expect myself to use my brain cells more often in composing anecdotes and reflections of my daily existence, nevermind if to the views of others they are ordinary and fit for the simpletons. After all, the chips in my brain were created  in Silicone Valley which I believe is now defunct, whereas today's memory repositories are already made in more high tech environment and are composed of tongue twisting bytes and what-nots. Or whatever cyber terms that I could no longer understand.