Before I left my job in the Philippines for the American dream (more of my parents’ American dream), I asked my friend/mentor how long he thinks that I can settle in the U.S., get my own apartment, and drive my own car. Three months, he said.
That never happened.
The first three months of my stay in America, I was at the receiving end. There was no job for me. The next months, I have decided to forget what I was in the Philippines and start anew in the land of milk and honey.
I can never rent my own apartment nor I can buy my own car with my job now. But my job is decent. I pay my taxes right, too. I do well in my job and my job takes care of me. For now, that will be good enough.
Last year, someone gave me a 2001 Subaru Forrester to drive. Now I am driving. It is old but it is still good and running. There’s a leak in the roof and the accumulated water would usually drip on the driver’s side (that’s on me) but it is running well. It brings me from point A to point B.
I consider the “rain” inside the car a blessing. And when it rains, you know, it pours.
And this photo at the bottom was given by a couple. It’s a nice mixer, which looks like a vintage, to me.
I wish I’d be lucky to be at the giving end soon.
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