unemployed and well fed

Been awhile here, kinda nervous.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like wanting to blog like the good ol’ days. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had many sporadic attempts at a restart throughout the years, but alas, my old blogs have continued to be in private mode. So while this feeling could somehow be another fleeting one, I want to hold on to it for as long as I can, hence, a new post. :)

2 weeks before the year 2025 ended, I was unfortunately laid off from what I believed was the perfect work-from-home setup for me. It was also a few days before flying to the U.S., to spend a few months with my dad. Devastated was an understatement. Perplexed have quickly became my prime frame of mind. Suddenly all my plans have become a thing of the past, even before it happened.

Now, the concept of being let go is new water territory—learning how to swim with the current made my arms tired. And as a creature of habit, the disruption in my routine made navigating through my feelings difficult. There was a kind-of silver lining though, being away from home made me feel it wasn’t as real as it actually was. In this situation, it was a chance to try and reframe my mind into thinking, “I’m just currently in a very long vacation.". It worked most of the time but being human also meant having to face what’s been quietly existing on the back of my head. Finding a middle ground was annoying.

life lately <3

So apart from pretending he past few months was spent enjoying long walks in the freezing weather (I honestly believe I thrive in winter lol), trying new snacks from trader joe’s and whole foods, and spending my daily allowance from my dad in Sephora. I’ve no job and yet, retail therapy is still what keeps me going. (I’m working on it, I promise!)

So yeah, this currently is the second longest I've been unemployed and while I never ever forget it, I'm reminded just how much I'm surrounded by love and support. And how being in this position is a privilege I will not take for granted. xx