Approaching My 1st Year in The U.S.
I am approaching my first year in the US.
As usual, muni muni ng mga naganap sa isang taon. Ano na ng aba? Parang
ang bilis.
I remember not being sure why I am moving to the US. I just decided to
leave. When I went here and people started asking me why I left my relatively
successful career in screenwriting and advertising, I told them I don’t know
and I wasn’t lying. For months, I never attempted to answer the question. I
just went with the flow. I never really planned on answering it. I wanted
things to just happen.
However, 365 days of being away from home has a way of forcing you back
into a corner. It forces you in a place where you have no choice but to see
everything for all that it is.
Being in the middle of my 30s, alone and in a country that isn’t my own
forces me to realize that maybe I always knew why I left.
I was turning 34 then. The only other single cousin I had got married.
I just found out my ex-boyfriend got married and my first boyfriend had a baby.
My uncles and unties couldn’t stop asking when I was going to get married and
my dad called me a “matandang dalaga”.
I bought a house, cars, I travelled, I got my master’s degree. I wrote
films and tv scripts.
I was running out of dreams to fulfill and I was running out of time to
fulfill the ones I hadn’t. Maybe I didn’t want to people to realize that of all
the dreams I have achieved, I couldn’t get the ones that matter the most to me.
Maybe I didn’t want to face that.
The fact is that I am not single by choice. I almost married my last
boyfriend until he pulled the plug. It was him who walked away, I didn’t. No
matter how I want to romanticize the story, the fact is that had he not called
off the wedding, I would be married by now. Whether or not I’d regret is
another story.
Maybe I didn’t want to say it out loud.
Moving here saves me from the people’s question. No one will ask why I am
still not married. At least not to my face. No one will ask me what happened
between me and my last boyfriend. I won’t have to hear people call me matandang
dalaga.
Maybe I knew there was a slim chance I could find someone in the
Philippines.
I am not exactly “attractive” by Filipino standards. I don’t have the
charm my cousins have. I am too strong for Filipino men. If I was to be single,
I might as well be single in a place where being single till death is not at
all too strange.
Maybe… I simply didn’t know what else to do.
That’s why I’m here. To figure out what’s next.
I think I have… part of it, at least.
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