9 December 2013. This date marks the first year of our family life in Australia. A year full of transition, of challenges, ups and downs, firsts. To sum up, it was like a roller-coaster ride.
I remember the first time meeting my family at the airport after 2 months of being away from them. It was blissful! I admired my husband as I looked at him, baggage, kids and all. I felt pity at the same time at how he managed 100kg and 2 tired toddlers without me. I couldn’t help but feel a little regretful about my decision to leave ahead of them. We could have left together. It must be fun, all four of us in the plane. It had always been my dream to travel with my family but God willing, I hope it will happen soon. At that moment, the most I cared about was having to be with them again.
Daisy ran up to me when she recognised me and then Demi too and perhaps husband too if he could just leave those baggages unattended. I could have hugged them there forever, oblivious of what was happening around when tita came and then I realised we had to hurry up to avoid parking fees. Oh the joy of meeting again!
On the way back, the kids kept talking and filling me in with stories and I just stared at them unbelieving how 2 months could have changed them. They were hardly babies but little girls. Especially Daisy, when I left her, she hardly speaks complete sentences. The longest she could attempt was “Hindi kakanta si Daisy sa swimming pool ng dida didida didido.” Hahaha. But she was talking straight then. And I was worried they might feel restless while strapped in their car seats cause in PH, they can move about inside the moving car to their hearts’ content (and to the other passengers irritation hehehe). Incredibly though, they were very well behaved which was another shock to me. They just kept chatting and chatting until they finally fell into a nap.
After we had a hearty lunch at tito Rudy and tita Angie’s house in Pennant Hills, they drove us to our final destination, which is their house in Hebersham where we are to live for the next months or so and where so much of our first time memories were nurtured. Looking back now, I feel grateful that we have kind and generous relatives who supported us all the way. God bless their good hearts.
Our relatives have always been around to help us. From the very first day from picking us up at the airport, to giving us financial support (cause we didn’t have any savings at all when we came here), to helping us know our way around, what to expect and how to deal with things. I remember the next day after my family has arrived, the husband was feeling very sick. He was suffering all day from an upset stomach and couldn’t get up. I didn’t know what to do. Tita Marie came in the afternoon and drove us to the doctor. Again, thanks to God for the timely help. And the help didn’t end there. It all came when we needed it, from friends, brothers in faith, everyone.
I am not actually saying that things were easy like everything just fell from the sky and had been served to us on silver platters. The truth is, our settlement had its challenges attached to it. I, especially, struggled emotionally because I couldn’t fit in right away. I missed the simple life we had in PH. Maybe because I am the type of person who isn’t so ambitious. When I am happy where I am, I tend to stay. And I did have a satisfying life back then: work-family balanced job, enough means and sometimes more than enough, and in between my routinary life I was able to squeeze in my passion for craft. So when those difficult times came I questioned what I have gotten myself into cause there was no way going back and I couldn’t move forward either. I felt stuck and I didn’t like where I was.
But now things are a lot clearer. I realised that the reason why we are here and why we had to undergo the trials is not to have an abundant or easy life. It is because we have responsibilities that we could fulfil better if we are here. Here, we were given the means to fulfil the responsibilities we couldn’t have done in the Ph. Here we became stronger especially me, who needed to be more independent so we could look after ourselves and still extend a hand to those who needed us too. And all these are with God’s help for throughout this journey, we couldn’t have made it alone.
And these struggles were actually factors why I went on hiatus from blogging and other things I loved. To step back, find the path, learn what is being taught and shift myself to the new road we were given to take. Now, after a slow and painful process, I think I am finally sinking into this track. And thus, while I end this post, I’d say I am ready to share the journey we had the first year of our family life in this foreign land. Until my next posts then... God willing :)
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