The Sacrifice

I am in a foreign country, with only one person I know, Belle. I live in a house to a family whom I just met few days ago. Blessing as it is that I live with a family who prays a lot and respects everyone, yet I am going through tough. For most people, what I am going through is easy however from where I am coming from, it is not.

I haven’t been away with my family for the longest time. The only time was when I rented a flat for six months but I got home every weekend.

I don’t know anyone here.

I don’t eat toast for breakfast but now, I do. J

I have a hard time sleeping with the lights off (but the landlady sleeps well with the lights off.) Now, I do.

The longest time I was without A/C was three days. Now, I got reacquainted with the electric fan.

I am not used to sleeping in a room with three other people. Now, it is comforting.

I’m used to well-prepared home cooked rice meals. Now, I’m trying to get used to microwave ovens.

I don’t like chicken much. I have to because it is the cheapest hawker food I know.

I was queen of the house. Everything I said at home was word. Now I am learning to adjust.

I’m not used to someone paying for my meals. I am used to paying for myself or for everyone else for that matter. I have to lower my pride while some not-so-strangers-where-I-live pay occasionally for my meal.

I am not used to owing anyone utang na loob and I am not even sure how it works. I promise. I will pay it forward as soon as I get a job.

Yes, I am whining. Just let me be. Because that’s who I am. But just because I’m whining, doesn’t mean I quitting. So, everything should be a go! Go! Go! Go!