I have never imagined leaving home at an early age of 20. No, I’m not getting married yet. I left home for work here in the United States—something I never thought I would do in my entire life.
When I was a kid, I kept on telling my parents and all that I would never go abroad. Talk about eating your own words. Having grown in a family where you only get to see your breadwinner after adding up a year in your age, you’d never wish to do the same. I know how sad it is to be away from a family member. And I never wished to add up to my Mom’s burden of missing members of the family. It was only Dad before. Now, it’s him and me.
I arrived here in Clifton, New Jersey yesterday. And just today, I did all the errands. It is only now that everything finally sank in—I’m now living on my own, away from my family, away from my comfort zone, away from everything I’ve grown used to. I’m now in a place where everything is new to me—the people, the place, the food, the culture, the climate, and everything. That only means, I have to speak in English most of the time, I have to clean my room, fix my bed, cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner, wash the dishes, wash my clothes and all, I have to wear a coat, boots, leggings, bonnet, and all which I’m never used to, oh well, everything’s new here, and I’m never really used to all these. But now, I have to. I have to learn and do things on my own. You read it right, I’m learning and doing things at the same time. Judge how hard that is.
Well, I’m positive that I’d be able to adjust in a few. So far, people are friendly. And based on my research and some hearsay, people here are really friendly. My employer sent someone who would pick me up at New York last night, his name is Marco and he’s nice. Despite waiting for 6 hours at the airport, he’s still cool. A while ago, I went to stop and shop to buy some grocery items. I had troubles finding some stuff, and the staff gladly accompanied me until I finished everything. It’s almost an hour walk from the grocery to where I stay. While I was walking along the sidewalk, some would ask me if I need help. You’d seldom here people say that in my home country. All good signs, right?
I’d be starting to work on Friday. The country club is closed during Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, which means I got 3 days off. Not bad.
This morning, I’d be going back to New York to find a US sim card. I’m praying I wouldn’t get lost.
Tomorrow, I’d be fixing my social security number and I’d undergo a drug test. I’m not sure yet, but I’m guessing I would have my orientation on Friday. I was told it’s gonna be some sort of a classroom blah.
So far, I’m having a good time here and I’m adjusting well. I haven’t cried since I arrived here. Haha. Everyone’s guessing that I would, for a maximum of 1 week. But I’m actually proud that I didn’t. Thanks to the Internet connection. I was able to talk to my family and friends. I just miss the sun and the weather in the Philippines. I woke up at 12nn, I didn’t saw the sun. It didn’t appear the whole day, either. I guess, for now, that’s what I’m missing.