D’oh! I go stream of consciousness on the keyboard and friends email asking if I’m emotionally OK. Yes I am.
There are many reasons for leaving. I’ve known for months I was going to leave, the only question was when and to where. Given my discussion of Thailand and visas and such I didn’t think it would catch anybody by surprise that I’m headed for another country. Some of the reasons for leaving have nothing to do with being in the Philippines. They are because this is my first country to check out.
Perhaps the most important reason is that I can’t imagine settling in a country without checking out a few others unless I thought the first country was insanely great. The Phils comes in several notches below great.
I’m still relatively middle aged and most of my body works most of the time. I intend to use the mobility and health I now have to check out other places and just do some traveling. Bangkok is one of the world’s best hubs for budget airfare.
Checking out my first country was challenging, interesting, fun and educational. I’ve learned a lot. I think the next country, whatever it is (except Elbonia) will also be challenging, interesting, etc.
The more countries I spend time in the better my perspective of any one of them will be.
The more time I am retired the better my perspective of me will be.
Becoming conversational in another language is on my bucket list. I’ve discovered my hearing just isn’t anywhere near good enough to handle a tonal language.
I wonder how much day-to-day energy the tropical heat is draining from me.
There are some reasons for leaving that are all about the Philippines. These reasons also mean the odds of me returning here are slim.
The good parts of living here was not as good as I had hoped, the bad parts are worse – but not by much.
Health care in the Philippines is not good unless you’re in Cebu or Manila. My tendency for lung infections means I can’t live in those cities. There are smaller towns here that I like, I’m just not sure I’d like them enough.
The food, both raw materials and from restaurants, mostly sucks. Eating and cooking is too pleasurable to want to give that one up easily.
My allergies are much worse living here than when I traveled here. I’d like to live in a place that takes less allergy meds because even the ones I like the best cause brain fog.
And then there is the pervasive uncertainity of day to day life here: