“how would you like to move to New Zealand?”
well that raised my eyebrows over my head last night. and my eyes went from slits to the size of a dinner plate. but i kept my cool.
actually, i wasn’t surprised by this. i guess it’s always been at the back of my mind. it wasn’t a question of would i like to move or not. it was just a matter of time.
since graduating and passing the board exams, it was a traditional route to work in the middle east where there is a construction boom where my profession was most needed. i didn’t apply anywhere. i thought i was meant to work here.
a few years later, i have my own job. i see my old college batchmates posting on friendster (because facebook wasn’t a big thing yet) with the newest and shiniest gadgets and DSLRs. i was pretty #inggitmuch that time. i started to question my ‘loyalty’ to the country but i guess i was still pretty happy where i was.
i said to myself, “you must learn to simplify.”
another few years come, i see some batchmates renouncing their filipino citizenship for another. which made me question, again, that if it ever came to that, would i do the same thing?
i said to myself, “let’s cross the bridge when we get there.”
and so, last night, this was presented to me. there are no concrete plans except for A to apply and pass her resume. as for me, i have no assurance of a job when we move. the best i could think of was to farm or shepherd sheep!
so, it’s going to be a waiting game. the question to ask, perhaps, is “how soon is ‘soon’?”