First Post: "OFW"

I am a newbie in Blogger, but not in blogging. I have started this new blog site again. I missed writing just about anything that i could think of, so for my first post, a little something that i have experienced recently.

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A day in a life of an OFW.

I am no OFW although I am OVERSEAS, I am a FILIPINO but I am not a WORKER here :) These past few weeks I get to see the life of an OFW no matter how aware I am with the life of an OFW, My dad's an OFW, my brother's an OFW, my brother-in-law's an OFW so as his wife, my sister is now an OFW and most of my family is abroad. Fortunate to have been accepted in a good company in their respective fields, it is rewarding in some ways but its one heck of a sacrifice. It really is, like as it was for me, living here away from the life that I am used to back in the Philippines. Its a totally different thing, at home (at Philly) I can just sit around all day and expect a food on the table. Here, you don't cook, buy or dine out you will starve. There, whenever i feel like going out, go anywhere, anytime i can drive my car and be comfortable, here you take the bus, take time to remember each bus number with their respective routes, swipe your bus card if you have one or pay some coins and if you get lucky you can seat or you can take an overly-priced taxi with some rude-none-english speaking-taxi-driver. Back home, (yes i can really say there's no place like home!) At home you get out of your room, open the gate or wait for Apong or Nico or Kuya Boy or Yaya to open the gate for you and just drive away, same thing when you get back, a little beep-beep here and there wait for someone to open the gate then voila! you're home. Here, you get out of the house, go to the elevator press the disgusting buttons that god knows who have pushed that buttons and where..oh i don't want to know!.. then wait for a minute or two to endure the annoying sound inside the elevator before you get off and go straight to the gate to push another button and then finally you're out. That is just for leaving the building, when you decided to go back you must be ready to stand right in front of the gate where you need to key in your number combination and be able to grant an access inside the building and repeat the catastrophic elevator experience and then you're home. At the Philippines, all your friends are there, your family, your Yaya who cleans the house, wash the dishes and do the laundry for you, your Mom who cooks for you. Here you do it all by yourself. *sigh.. Life...

Well now, that may seemed unfair, there are good things in here too. See, here you can go out late at night for a Hot Choco or if you prefer Ice cream without worrying much cause its safer unlike in the Philippines you go out around 10PM to get some Ice cream consider yourself very lucky if you didn't get robbed or killed or both. And once you get out of the building almost everything that you need is just 3-5 minutes walk away. There are a lot of free things here. You can run in a stadium, go for a gym and workout for free, go to a park for free and a lot more compared to the Philippines every move you make cost you a Peso. But I miss home, I miss everyone there, one mortal enemy of an OFW as they say, "Homesickness!" So true. especially when you have left someone back home. Its a whole lot of a different thing and I'm learning everyday from it. 

               Another cool thing here, the view from my room :)