I can still remember how I felt many years ago when I marched the stage on my college graduation. It was victorious and bitter-sweet, sharing the same proud moment with my batchmates. I was filled with dreams, and my mind was overwhelmed at the thought of finally getting a taste of the real thing called life. True to what I envisioned myself I belonged to the corporate world for years at the same time my life happened. Marriage, motherhood, career all came in a frenzy. All did not come easy. There were trying moments but my faith carried me through it all. Turning point came when a door was opened for Hubs to work and eventually apply to migrate in Canada. I was left to raise our then toddler son, physically that is. I became a full time mom for a couple years then went back in the workforce. I was quite getting settled in my new career when our immigration application was approved. This time a major life event took place, we moved our little family to a foreign land. In a way it was not a surprise since we asked and prayed for it. But the feeling when you finally have something you asked for is kind of surreal, unexplainable. Fear somehow creeps in.
Nine months after we first came here, I’m still in the business of trying to fit in, belong and finding myself amidst the promise of countless opportunities that await. The only thing that I hold on to is the loving support of my hubs and son and my faith that God will lead me to the path that I envisioned myself to be in, no matter how many detours.