It’s November 2010. I’m gazing up at the dull apartment blocks as I walk through the streets of Vancouver on an overcast afternoon.
It’s such a dreary city. What am I doing here?
I lost my job around a month ago and haven’t looked for another one.
I planned to come here for a year at least, explore the country, have fun and experience a new life abroad.
I landed an apartment quickly after arriving. Despite my official jobless status, I have dollars in the bank.
And I can make more. I have even started freelancing with a client in the dreamy Boracay Islands, far from this bleak city.
I can go places. I can still stay! Losing a job means nothing.
But I don’t see all that. Instead, I’m planning to pack my bags at Christmas and head home for good. Back to my family and friends.