Thursday, April 2, 2015

Moving to New York

If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere... Although, can I really make it here?
Photo Credit: www.Earthporm.com

Two suitcases, a 1-way ticket to NY and a million uncertainties. Those are the only things that I brought with me as I waited at 6:30 AM at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport on March 13, 2013.

You're giving up a comfortable and secure life. You have a nice corner office at a global advertising agency. You've established a name for yourself in the field that you're passionate about and have a very bright future ahead of you. Plus, you have friends and family here who will make you smile every day of your life. What the hell are you doing?

This is the barrage of thoughts that kept me company as I wait to board my flight.

What am I doing, anyway? Any sane person would be happy with the life that I'm about to give up. At 30, I should be content---ecstatic even----with the comforts that I've built around me.

The demons are pretty chatty though.

It's not too late to drop this so-called adventure, you're too old for it anyway. You can still turn around, catch a cab, go home and sleep this insanity out. You know how hard it is to make it in the US, unless you have a million dollars or are well connected. You have a slim chance of success.

But.... What if I do make it? The optimistic side of my conscience finally spoke up.

Yes, you do have a comfortable life in the Philippines but is comfort the best way to live life? Is that what you want, a safe life? Besides, your good life here was never handed to you on a silver platter. You've worked hard the last 10 years of your career to establish your presence in the marketing industry where you've gained credentials, experience and made lifelong friends. And ultimately, you have a family that is behind you all the way who never once stopped you from realizing your dreams, no matter how crazy it sounds.

If you were able to make it in the Philippines with your attitude and perseverance, what's stopping you from replicating the same success in New York? Hard work knows no geographic boundaries.

You, at the very least, owe yourself this chance.

Without looking back, I shook off the demons and courageously boarded my Delta flight to the US.

It has been 2 years since that leap of faith. In those 2 years, I've struggled, kept my head high and never stopped believing that one day, it will all pay off. They say that fortune favors the brave. In my case, fortune favors those who bust their asses working to achieve their goals.

Today, I have successfully self-petitioned my green card, am a Digital Marketing Director and will marry the love of my life in 4 months.

Thank God I got on that flight.















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