Daily Prompt: All Grown Up: When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
AT MY AGE, I still go back to my yesterdays when I was still a little child for no matter how grown up I am now, I still miss my fixation stage and the times I spent with my mother, crack jokes with her, act childishly, boisterously laugh with my big sister, hanging out with my high school friends, and above all, my undisputed fifteen years of being with my late twin sister. They’re so sweet and familiar yet my present is quite more upbeat and adventurous though. In the past, I can hardly recall the times I acted so grown up already for there were a lot of instances when I had to stand for what I believe in and they all took a real an adrenalin rush. Partly I enjoyed, partly I got scared and partly I felt lonely and just wanted to run home. A lot just happened in my life and funny how I can still recall most of them while the other some, I just can hardly remember.
YET, IF THERE’S this first time I ever felt like a real grown up, I would say that, it was the time I moved away from home and got myself here in Metro Manila for a Call Center job. It was an adventure for me for, though I had already previously visited Manila, I still had never settled for good and that time, I had to and it surely excited me. Just to say that, though I was still in my own country, the place was still very foreign and strange. I got culture shocked at first time for life here was just so far different from my province. Here, life was so fast yet back in my hometown, all was easy and lay-back. I wasn’t used in a severe traffic, then I had to hurry for I’ll be late. I had to work in Makati and the travel was long. Everything here was just too expensive and I was still on a very tight budget. Overall, lifestyle was really different. I also had to be very mindful for I never knew whom to trust. Life here in this big city was so difficult and I can never count the number of times I used to say, “I’m quitting!” and I just wanted to go back home yet I just can’t for home was just miles away. I can never forget my many sleepless nights and crying times. It took time for me to adjust and thank GOD, I was able to. He helped me out in this big city and He guided me all along. He was my only refuge and I got no one to hold on but Him. And here now, I’m all grown up now. I’m already stronger and I already learned a lot from this sole journey. This is the only place I’ve stayed longer than usual except for my hometown. Though I can never deny that I easily get depressed lately and I once again have this feeling of being homesick and just want to go back home but I’m fighting it because — it’s all here! My life is all here. I have already settled here and I already made it for three straight years. There’s just no room for quitting anymore. Besides, my work is here, my circle of friends, my relatives, my life.
GOD is indeed good. He gave me adequately. He never came too early nor too late. And, I’ll say it again — HE DOES NOT COME TOO EARLY NOR TOO LATE!