A Look Back.

So today, my very eager and always supportive husband, Bien, decided to "relaunch" The Wanderlust. He was telling me this morning how good of a writer I was with this blog and that I've grown so much in here. I didn't realize that until he told me that The Wanderlust deserves a second chance. I thought about it and I honestly felt bad that I've stopped writing. I've stopped sharing my thoughts. I've stopped pouring out my emotions through words. It almost felt like that for a moment in my life, I've stopped believing in myself. Sucks really. And until this very minute, I am running out of words as I type in the introduction to my first post since a year ago. Its just that... it feels surreal. Yes, it does. But I am happy. Strangely but way more than happy to be back to blogging. The real deal blogging. Where you open a portion of yourself through writing for the world to see.

And as I start a new chapter, I'd like to share to you guys what I surprisingly found on my Draft list. I actually wrote something last year but I guess I decided to not post it. I don't know. I actually went through A LOT during the first half of 2013 so I was probably stuck in one of the phases of my life then when I wrote this and decided to just keep it stored.

So ladies, gents, and those in between, allow me to share to you the person that I was in 2013. It is unfinished but it is from here that I say good bye to The Wanderlust and welcome the Shenanigans and Whatever. 

August 20, 2013

 Hi there Wanderlust blog of mine.

It's been more than 4 months since the last time I wrote something that now I feel like shit realizing how long it has been. So what's happened in the past 4 months? I mean, life's wonderful for me especially in the aspect of being a family woman. Always been. But there had been mishaps in between.

I've resigned from work last April to become a full time mom and also because I got sick. I've undergone a two-week treatment for pneumonia. Shortly after that, I started my medication for lung infection. It's a 9-month treatment. I'm now on my 4th month and my medicines' been reduced to a lower dosage. I'm responding well to the medication so far. Fuck if I don't. First 2 months of it was pure hell.

On the same month, we moved in to an apartment in Las Piñas. We lived in Parañaque for 2 years and it's where we first settled in as a family. It's practically where our new life has started. I hated and loved the place at the same time. I've loved the house. It's ideally a nice place to live in for a starting family such as ours. Our present home is well, small, compared to the one we used to have but if one would actually take the time to look at it, you'll see that our humble abode is big with love and happiness. I just couldn't ask for more. 

Now this is the part I'd say that SHIT HAPPENS. Some. People. Happened. 

I'd leave it at that. 

The best part is, amidst all the crap, is being blessed with a great husband who would stand by me no matter what - a mom who will always have her faith in me - and great friends, few real ones - who sees me through. 

The past 4 months hadn't all been one helluva unfortunate events. There had been wonderful things that had happened too. Some came as a surprise. And some were as simple as a 12-hour trip to Boracay by ferry - my first time ever - as I've always had this phobia in traveling by sea. 

So what was that surprising moment I was talking about?It's my first ever TV stint! 

This, I think, was the highlight of my 2013. With all that's happened since the year started, seeing myself on TV will be the last thing on my mind. When I received the call last May informing me that I was scheduled for taping the following week, I was speechless. I almost didn't believe the person I was talking to on the phone I wasn't expecting much when I submitted my photo last February. It was just ONE photo anyway so what are the chances that I'd get picked.