Eight years in Dubai! Yes! Eight freakin' years. January 31, 2008 when I first set foot in the sand pit. I was 24, young, carefree and dreaming of a comfortable life for my family while working here. I said to myself, maybe in 5 years time, I will go back to Philippines.
But, I'm still here. Things did not work out the way I planned it.
And it happens. All the time.
Eight years in Dubai.
Here I have found the love of my life.
My baby, my sunshine, my Miguel.
Friends lost, new friends found and friends who stayed.
My passion for dancing reignited.
My surprising talent in cake decorating.
House and small business I have given to my parents.
Some real estate properties.
Quitting my crappy job of 6 years.
A new job.
Yes, things did not go as planned. It went better.
I cannot ask for more. I may stay here for a little while but I'm contented and bringing all the glory back to HIM.
But, I'm still here. Things did not work out the way I planned it.
And it happens. All the time.
Eight years in Dubai.
Here I have found the love of my life.
My baby, my sunshine, my Miguel.
Friends lost, new friends found and friends who stayed.
My passion for dancing reignited.
My surprising talent in cake decorating.
House and small business I have given to my parents.
Some real estate properties.
Quitting my crappy job of 6 years.
A new job.
Yes, things did not go as planned. It went better.
I cannot ask for more. I may stay here for a little while but I'm contented and bringing all the glory back to HIM.
