And I'm leaving soon. And it's something that's unavoidable. Mother, a month ago, when I was deciding whether or not to take a step and look for a job in Hong Kong defined my remaining time in her sermon as: "Just count how many weekends you spend lazing around and that's how many weeks you have left to be responsible and shape up in Hong Kong." Weekends. The two days in a week that we savor so much. The days that we get the rest and the days where I spend it lazing around the house.
What's next? Waking up a bit, I've started looking around for opportunities, but nothing's quite fully opened up yet. As of now, I officially have 10 weekends to go. Sh*t, that's not much is it? That's 2 and 1/2 months and everyone knows that runs by pretty quick.
Is it time to close the Hong Kong book? Or do I write on?
What is there to go back to in Manila? I don't know really. There MUST be something, right?
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