When I was growing up, I had the privilege to visit my parents’ hometown every summer. There, my siblings and I would listen to our relatives recount stories around a bonfire. Yep, there were no electricity then and kids were encouraged to play outside, regardless of whether the moon was out or not. Their stories weren’t always happy, sometimes they were ghost stories, most times, they recounted events that happened in their lives. Through those stories, they kept their ancestors’ memories alive. One would start the story and other would jump in to correct or provide additional facts.
I didn’t realize how much those stories mattered until technology took over. From those few times I managed to visit, kids no longer played together. They spent their time watching TV or updating posts in social media. The stories were no longer communal but individual.
The stories have changed focus but they are nonetheless stories. They can inspire courage, romance, anger, and all other emotions.
This is my story.
I write stories about my life – my travels, the events I attended, and the experiences I had – both good and bad.
I lived in four different countries (so far), and this is my attempt to keep track of where I’ve been and what I’ve learned. Through my stories, I hope I can help people especially those moving to other countries.
I try to see the positive in where I’ve been, whom I interact with, what I’ve been through; however, I’m only human. I make mistakes, hilarious at times, cringe-worthy most times. I also try to make a stand where warranted.
Thank you for reading and do drop me a note. I’d love to hear your stories, too.
If you want to watch some of the videos I made, visit my YouTube channel. Here’s one
of my videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ3ZA-l8knY