Salute To You, Jhen! “In Her Battle With Nostalgia”

Three years ago she was a “Happy Going Jennifer”; No responsibility, a receiver of allowance, “badlungon pud” (naughty), a friend that can be count on and be with anytime. A “JHeN” with a Mama and Papa beside her, siblings that mocks and make fun with, and friends (few of those who are true) whom she goes out with.

A Closer Look:)

I am so grateful that we developed a close friendship. It was a real privilege for me to be able to see the person inside her shell. It is a beautiful shell by the way, but, the person inside is more beautiful. Uhuh:)

A year after, she decided to come across meeting new challenges. Living in a complete opposite of what she get used to; nobody to wash her dishes, to cook for her meals, to prepare her ironed clothes, to wash her used clothing. A “Jhen” who’s away from her mama and papa, siblings, and friends, but brave enough to find new sets of comrades. A daily living with nothing but a complete battle of independency, labor and nostalgia.

Her first year of being an “OFW” was indeed a transition. A day in a hospital; a night in a house or vise versa working and complaining, silently, about her patients and patients’ attitude. Spending a day off was a day in a room, in a bed, in a phone, or in a notebook. New friends were slowly established and get connected with, while love life had been quiet. 

Because life was a total adjustment, everything in the past was totally missed, but life itself finds its meaning and purpose. Built up a better understanding of her inner self and established strong faith and relationship with God, a communication which somehow develops when you’re on your own who trust anyone less but yourself and Him.

Final year has arrived, a well adjusted “Jhen” although communicating, shopping, working, and churching still missing her country and country’s bests “best mama and papa”, “best siblings”, “best friends”, “best boyfriend?”heheh, and while reading this I’m making her miss them moreJ, us rather.

I always thought that a person working abroad is a like an ATM machine “pirme kwartahan, dispense lang ng dispense”hahah, such a shame, mistaken and corrected. She reaps what she’d sow. Everything she gets and have is an end result of what she had invested. She gets tired, gets lonely (most of the time,maybe), gets sick (the loneliest), she thinks, she sacrificed and she gets starved. What an investment! She is braver than an army- just like any other OFW’s known! She had dealt everything in balance. She managed not to eat bagoong, afritada, adobo, burger na buy 1 take 1, inihaw na isda,manok,baboy, lechon manok, lechon baboy, chicharon na baboy at maraming baboy. How about watching Toni Gonzaga (uhum, panga) in a big screen and laughed with all your countrymen inside.hahah, Mingaw noh?! That’s how “Jhen” managed everything in two years! Great eh!

Life is just like this, we meet people; know each other and then the time and the circumstances separate us. When someone we love moves away, we feel sad but we have to understand that sometimes this is the best decision for their future. –from Someone Who is Far Way

 

Happy Birthday! And See You on tadada Surprise!:) not allowed to tell:)