Being a Filipino, it is a common to know a relative, friend, a family member, a faather, a mother or a love one who works in another country as an Overseas Filipino Worker(OFW). And every time we hear, that they are the modern heroes of our country and we acknowledge their great deal of contribution and sacrifices for their families.
Now I am one of them. Two weeks here in Oman being an OFW has not yet sinked in my system. Though now I can truly relate to the word homesickness. How desperately you wanted to go back home and sleep in your own bed, hear the usual voices, eat your favorite food, ride jeepneys, or even just watch your favorite TV shows and tele novelas. That emptiness that you feel when you go home in the villa or flat where you are staying and cannot understand what you feel and feels just like crying forever. Friends will say, you will get over that in few days or months or so. But yeah it will or will not, it depends on you. Being in another country is indeed stressful and scary at times. There are a lot of things that are battling in my mind. Will I be ok here? Will my job be fine? Will I be safe? Will find somebody I can trust? Will my family be safe back home while I'm not there? or even asking "What am doing here?" Did I make the right decision of coming here? and a lot more. Yes it is indeed a sacrifice.
However, I'm thinking that being here changes a lot of things. You experience new culture, meet new friends and most importantly you earn more than what you can back home which is the reason why we are all here. And with that we can send our kids to a good school, help our family and even relatives, build your dream house or help other people. A lot of things can now be done.
So, in my early stay here I changed my perspective. Being here is not a sacrifice but a God given opportunity. Something that we need to be thankful. I believe that God has plans for us and this is one of His plans.
Now I am one of them. Two weeks here in Oman being an OFW has not yet sinked in my system. Though now I can truly relate to the word homesickness. How desperately you wanted to go back home and sleep in your own bed, hear the usual voices, eat your favorite food, ride jeepneys, or even just watch your favorite TV shows and tele novelas. That emptiness that you feel when you go home in the villa or flat where you are staying and cannot understand what you feel and feels just like crying forever. Friends will say, you will get over that in few days or months or so. But yeah it will or will not, it depends on you. Being in another country is indeed stressful and scary at times. There are a lot of things that are battling in my mind. Will I be ok here? Will my job be fine? Will I be safe? Will find somebody I can trust? Will my family be safe back home while I'm not there? or even asking "What am doing here?" Did I make the right decision of coming here? and a lot more. Yes it is indeed a sacrifice.
However, I'm thinking that being here changes a lot of things. You experience new culture, meet new friends and most importantly you earn more than what you can back home which is the reason why we are all here. And with that we can send our kids to a good school, help our family and even relatives, build your dream house or help other people. A lot of things can now be done.
So, in my early stay here I changed my perspective. Being here is not a sacrifice but a God given opportunity. Something that we need to be thankful. I believe that God has plans for us and this is one of His plans.