This time, I'm leaving with a heavier heart because I know I'll be gone for a long time- away from my comfort zone. I've been (short)living in places every 2-3ish months that's why I told myself I want a job in a place I can call my permanent home. And it took me two months or less of waiting and searching for this abode. So once again, I'm leaving my hometown and it's been a year since I started to live independently. I can remember searching for a dorm or contacting whoever for a house all by myself. I lived in a suitcase, friends told me. But the hardest part about having a dynamic life is packing up your things and saying goodbye to the people you learned to love. Okay I'm talking too much about nonsense blah!
ALONE. I saw a good friend of mine say "no one wants to be alone, but sometimes, you just have to". Last December, when I shared about my experiences as an intern in a multinational company, I told the younger students how I ate alone, did groceries alone, looked for a home alone, traveled alone, booked for my flights alone, even talk to myself alone and no one to look after you when you're sick. But I really do (honestly) like living alone. I'm not the loner type, I have tons of friends, but I just want to live (referring to living alone in a home) alone. Period. Trending words for this post: #alone, #living, #home. Quite annoying huh?
I cannot count how many people say I'm brave. I don't really know in what sense? My boss once said, the reason why he sent me to Cagayan de Oro was because I was the brave one. But if living alone is synonymous to being brave, then maybe I am.
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