Having been embraced by my country, the Philippines, for many years since birth has given me hesitation and fear of getting out of here. But if only I had the courage to apply for a passport so that I could actually go out of the country, I believe I would have stayed out more than expected. And maybe I would still be out there, somewhere in between continents. And put my self on exile, for a long time, never to be found. However, the heavens did not plan it to happen that way. There was something crazy with my name that is why I lost hope and got lazy in applying for a passport. So when I was issued one, and when I had money to travel, I was determined to fly out.
I considered Singapore as a comfort zone, an extension of the Philippines, as close friends who chose to work there, were there to welcome me.
At my age, travelling alone outside of the country, was more than an act of bravery. It was to confirm my long-over due freedom.
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