One of the things I love about being a journalist (and, I should add, being single in my 30s) is the constant element of surprise. You never really know what lies on the road ahead, and what stories you end up writing about or being an active participant of. At this point, and I am going to sound a wee bit cheesy here, I can honestly say that I am enjoying my story. It has been a series of unexpected events, with each one turning out more interesting than the last (funnily enough).
This past week, I found myself interviewing a local actress. She’s my age and we got to talking about how, unlike most women, we were both actually excited when we turned 30. She tells me, “I’ve had a very interesting life. Fulfilling. Maganda (beautiful). Lahat naman tayo, di ba (I think it applies to all of us, don’t you think)? We go through a lot of trials, and I guess it’s not because God wants to test you, but life just happens. We’re dealt with cards, and you just have to make the most out of the cards you’re dealt with.”
Hearing her words, I couldn’t help but find myself agreeing. Admittedly, sometimes I get so caught up in my deadlines and the daily grind that I tend to focus all my energies on the things that are either no longer there or are not there yet. Times like these prompt me to look back, making me realize that life is, in fact, more interesting than what I led myself to believe.
Yep, the thirties are shaping up to be an exciting decade—one where I feel I will be demolishing a great chunk off items (and countries and continents) in my ever evolving bucket list. It’s also making me think about the whole idea of home, and where it will be for me in the end. At this point I guess Manila is home, but who knows what the future holds? If there is anything I learned in the last three decades it’s that just when you think you have the last say in the matter, you’re thrown a curve ball.
Home, for me, is not necessarily an actual place—it’s that mental and emotional space I find myself in where I feel the most free. And I guess for as long as I am in that state of mind, home can be anywhere I want it to be.
Even in a place like San Francisco’s Land’s End—that rocky, windswept shoreline at the mouth of the Golden Gate I so love getting lost in. <3