I love this place but it's haunted without you.
- Little House, Amanda Seyfried
Being away from home is not something new to me. Back in Grade School, I used to be away for a couple of days to a week to join Schools Press Conferences and that went on until High School. Now, I am once again very far away from home. But this time, I am not going to be away for a couple of days nor a couple of weeks. I am going to be away for one whole year or maybe even more than that.
If you have been reading my blog for some time, you may now have took some grasp of how much of an emotional douchebag I am.
I am now living on Doha, Qatar working as a Nurse in a what they call "Five Star Hospital". When I came, everything was new, everything was wonderful and everyone was so nice to me! I am the new girl, so of course, they'd be all so nice.
So what happens after a month or two? When I am no longer the new girl? When I no longer have the excuse to not know or not be familiar with this and that? When everyone would'nt be too nice anymore?
Will I cry and go pack my bags and come flying back home to my comfort zone where hardships and mean people are nothing but a thing of nightmarish dreams? Will I eventually regret wanting what I am doing now? Will I throw on a tantrum and ask God why?
The answer, of course, is NO.
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the view right outside my room |
Not that I have no choice.
Not that I have something to prove to anyone.
Not that I am in desperate need of big salary.
But because I wanted this.
I waited for this. I prayed for this.
Worked hard for this, gulped gargantuan pieces of my pride for this.
Gave up a lot of things for this, shed a lot of tears for this,
left a lot of my loved ones for this.
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Al Ahli Hospital's Main Lobby |
So yeah, I am not going to be the new girl forever and all these good people will eventually make my life hell. When that time comes, which I'm sure will come sooner, I just have to keep reminding myself that I am a helluva stronger than any kind of hell that hell has.
Life is not a walk in the park. Rather, it is a walk through hell - you just have to decide how to turn that hell into your own piece of heaven.
So yeah, I can do this! And I am not just telling you that...
I am convincing myself.
mwahs and tsups,
EU.
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