The meaningful Philippine Flag. Photo credits to my husband.
As you all know, I am an expat living in Central Europe but I am very proud of my Filipino roots.
I love Philippines. I really do. In fact, I consider it as the best home ever despite all the not-so-good issues that its citizens complain about.
The camaraderie. The hospitality. The love and warmth. The happiness. The Pinoy resiliency. And yes, the Filipino spirit. These make Philippines the best home ever for me.
I may be away from home, but I think of it every day. No joke. I might be speaking Deutsch most of the time now, but that does not surpass the great value of Tagalog in me.
If you are to ask me whether I am happy or not in my husband’s country, of course, I will say I am HAPPY. But I still can’t help but think of my parents and siblings back home.
I am definitely happy here with my own family, but this will never change the fact that I also miss Mama, Papa, my sister and my brother and their own families.
Moreover, questions like these occupy my mind…
“What is my family doing at the moment?”
“Are they okay?”
“How are my friends in there?”
“How’s the education in the Philippines?”
“What happened to my former students?”
“What’s new in my hometown?”
“What are the current events there?”
“When will be my next Philippine vacation?”
Oh, how I miss Philippines. Really!
Five months of being away from my home country isn’t easy. More difficult than being away from Hong Kong.
It might take three to four years from now before I get to visit Philippines again. Seems like an eternity, huh. But yes, I have to wait. Good thing, I have lots of patience. Anyway, time is just fleeting.
After a few years, I’m back again. How excited I am to see my family and close friends on my next vacation. To spend quality time with them and to see them happy are what I dream of once in a while.
It might not be too soon, but at least, it will happen in the future. I hope and pray that my family and friends in the Philippines will be (and are) always healthy and safe.
Trusting God is what I do now. In time, my family, friends and I will meet again. That’s for sure.
For now, I just have to be contented to having our daily communication via Facebook, Messenger, Instagram and Whatasapp. I am really grateful to these social media platforms. They make it easier for me to connect with my home country and of course, to my dearest family back home.
My Filipino roots will stay with me as long as I live. Wherever I go, whichever language I speak, whatever foreign food I eat or whatever lifestyle I adapt to, these will never change the fact that I am a Filipino, by blood and by heart.
Mahal kita, Pilipinas. Pangako, babalik ako. Kitakits ha.