Who am I?
The short version is what you see on my sidebar: I’m a writer, wanderer, and word-shipper living in the Philippines. The long version? Well, that’s a bit more complicated.
Unlike what many writers say, I didn’t always love to write. I still don’t love it all the time. It’s hard work, and I often have to force myself to sit down and do it. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing. First, I penned poems and unfinished stories, then I moved on to journaling and starting more stories I’ve yet to finish.
Needless to say, I surprised everyone when I announced that I wanted to pursue interior design as my profession. I persevered through four long years in college, got myself a degree, and gave it a go for two and a half equally long years.
Then I came to my senses and realized that it was time to take my childhood dream of becoming a published author down from that dusty shelf, and start making it an immediate goal. So here I am. Writing—both about real life and make-believe.
I’d like to believe that things do happen for a reason. Interior design may not have worked out for me, but I did pick up a few things from it, such as my fascination with art, architecture, and other cultures, which led to my passion for traveling.
I got my first taste of it while on summer trips with my family, and that was that. Wanderlust caught me firmly in its grip, and it refuses to let me go to this day. It drains me of my savings, thrusts me into unfamiliar territory, and forces me to face my fears.
And I love it—even though I’m not the best at it. I’m a picky eater and a fussy bathroom-goer. I’m scared of change, irritated by delays and roadblocks, wary of strangers, and anxious about the unknown. Not exactly traits of your average traveler. But every time I take a step out of my comfort zone, I discover another piece of me. At the same time, I lose a bit of my heart to another amazing place, people, culture of the world.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
For me, reading is just another way I travel. It takes me to faraway places, whisks me away to alternate times, and gives me someone else’s reality—and it does all that without costing me thousands!
Books have always been an escape for me, and they’re the reason why I got into writing. You won’t see many posts about books here, but if you’re a fellow bibliophile, head over to the book blog that I just started with two other ladies.
Then there’s the other “W” that I missed. It’s the most important one, too:
As you can probably tell, I’m no expert. I’m not the best writer nor the most adventurous wanderer. But I am working on it.
And that’s what matters, right?
Here, you’ll read about my experiences as I challenge myself as a writer, as a wanderer, and as an individual. You’ll learn about my mistakes and my triumphs, and you’ll discover things, places, and people who inspire me to do better and be better.
I hope you’ll join me on my journey.