As a twenty-something wage earner with no room for adventure, my definition of ‘travel’ is the obligatory two-hour ride from the mountains of Antipolo to the corporate jungles of Taguig–but that’s about to change.
I’m pretty sure there are a lot of what-did-I-get-myself-into episodes ahead, yet I’m keeping my fingers crossed: the wow-I-can’t-believe-I’m-here moment is going to make every band-aid and motion sickness pill worth it.
So in between planning my first (please don’t be the last) epic adventure and trying to return home in one piece, I hope that this virtual confession room keeps my sanity in check.
PS: That “sanity in check” part? Highly unlikely. Second-guessing is in my DNA.