What happens when a place that is supposed to be home, no longer feels like home. What does that mean for the person that you’re supposed to be? It’s feels extremely uncomfortable in every way being in the Philippines and I just can’t wait to go back to Ireland (or even Canada).
There are still aspects about the culture that I like, but it seems that like Catholicism I’ve decided to choose which aspects to honour and respect. I’m beginning to wonder what kind of person that makes me. And then I think that I don’t really care, because I’ve always maintained that as long as I maintain an honest soul that I will be okay. But is it still honest to abandon where you’ve come from?
Not that I’ve had much exposure to the culture itself. The most exposure I’ve gotten is second and third hand experience in countries where Filipinos have migrated to. I suppose I should’ve made more of an effort, but I didn’t and now I don’t feel like I could ever go back. Mostly because I don’t want to. Does that make me cold hearted?