Sometimes I just feel like packing my bags and running away to somewhere really far, to start anew. Somehow, part of the reason I now found myself in my father’s house is because of the need to do just that – to runaway. All by my lonesome, I braved the streets of Metro Manila with my little boy in tow and with two huge bags with me. Thank God I managed and thank God for angels and kind strangers.
Right now, I so wanted to apply for a job overseas, if only there is a way some employers will be kind enough to let me bring my family with me, or perhaps hire me and my husband and let us bring our little munchkin and a carer for the little guy. But the problem is I do not have skills that are highly in demand in other countries. I do not know how to bake, nor am I a professional cook, I do not even know what POS systems are, let alone use it. I guess I need to try to acquire some of the skills highly needed in the first world countries in order to be able to apply for an immigrant status later on.
