Published March 12, 2010 by Mrs. Universe Philippines 2020 - Star Villanueva
I’m alone. Free. Independent. Self-supporting. It’s tough. But, I’m fine… Yes, very tired every single day especially when it’s full flight where I don’t get much time to at least sit during the coarse of the flight but I’m fine. And I love it. I like it when I’m tired. And yes that makes me weird.
I can go wherever I want because of the bidding system where you can bid any of Qatar Airways’ more than 80+ destinations. Yes, I truly have the choice to go elsewhere across Europe, South Africa, Asia & United States that has definitely higher meal allowance & more flying pay than Manila but my choice will still be Manila. And yes that makes me weird.
Most people always have the shocking reaction every time they found out that I have 3-4 Manila Flight every month and still want more. It’s just that, I am truly missing home and flying to Philippines gives me the comfort of being home. And yes that makes me weird.
Things are so different now. I have to do everything on my own, unlike living with my family – When I wake up, someone makes up the bed for me, my breakfast is ready, driver starts the engine, my brother parks the car for me, My clothes are all instantly clean and iron. Go home. My piano teacher comes twice a week, Attending Sunday Mass, Play with my lil’ sis and my puppy, When I get hungry in the middle of the night, food is given to me.
Sarap ng buhay ko dba? Pero hindi dapat ganun. Some might even think that it’s stupid of me to have left my home where I was a “princess”… but, NO. That’s not how life should be.
My mom wasn’t from rich family, neither grew up wealthy but she worked damn hard to give us the life that we have now, and I know it was not easy at all. It was rags to riches story just like in teleseryes!
I want to work hard. I do work hard. I love to work. And right now, this job is one of my greatest challenges in life. This is where, I give the greatest task of my life. And I don’t just mean at work…. I’m pertaining to my life here, alone. My life without yayas, without Mom, without my siblings, without my best friends, and almost everyone I know who’d always spoil me.
I’m used to living within my means now and doing the laundry and the grocery, cooking for myself, washing the dishes, making up my bed, cleaning my toilet and cleaning my room I even associate cleaning as my exercise… I need to keep reminding myself that I’m never alone… never… because God is with me… God is everywhere… His opinion of me matters to me the most… not the world’s opinion of me..