Finally, it has happened: I am updating my blog.
I have been MIA for a while and it is for a good reason. Since moving to the US, the Husband and I were in agreement that I can take the opportunity to start over by taking some time not working. It has been pretty great, in fact. Before getting married, we didn’t really have any time to be together-together. There hasn’t been that much room for dating in person, much more living together. The past year has been pure bliss of getting to know the Husband better, and while it has it’s ups and downs, I would gladly go through it all over again.
But the thing is… I have not not worked. You know what I mean? I’ve always worked. I am either employed (full-time or as a talent) or doing freelance. I’ve always been occupied. So you can only imagine how overwhelmed I was with suddenly having time.
I tried to stick to a schedule. Make breakfast everyday, do the laundry twice a week, read a book, catch up on a show — and for a while, I was doing really well. That is, until I discovered Netflix. I know that some Americans complain about the quality and speed of the Internet here, but coming from the Philippines, the fact that I can stream shows SEAMLESSLY across three different devices absolutely BLEW MY MIND. It was the start of my crumbling schedule.
Thankfully, my sister needed help with the kids when she found a job early this year. That became my preoccupation. My days were suddenly filled with two girls that either adore or repel each other; there is no middle ground feeling. It was exhilarating and at the same time, draining. If you follow me on Instagram or Snapchat, you can see what I’m talking about. These girls, you either love or hate, and I’m pretty sure you would lean more toward the former. I was hooked myself. I’m so crazy about them.
Until, a new friend came along. After a quick exchange over the holidays, and I mean just one day, I must have been so blessed that when there was an opening for her company, she immediately thought of me. Four weeks after sending my resume and three interviews later, I have a start date. It was Monday, June 19.
I was unemployed for 1 year, 6 months, and 4 days. It took me countless applications, MLM interviews, nine months and 12 days from the date I got my visa to find a job. I pulled all the strings I had then; they can only do so much from afar. Even the Husband got in the mix of finding me one. Now, I am three days in and all I can say is this: it came at the right time.