Goddess, I Am.

And so dewy Iris flew down from the sky on saffron-colored wings, trailing a thousand different colors across the sun… - From Virgil’s Aeneid

For the first time in a long time, I'm breathing. And because I'm breathing, I'm blogging.

Much has happened in the month and a half since I last blogged, and I'm almost embarrassed to post again after I've neglected my poor (not to mention, pricey) dotcom. But when the alternative is letting my brainchild die a slow death like so many others in the past (not to mention Chin's incessant emails of “pag-blog na ba!”), I have no choice but to hunker down and write – not about yoga, not about getting wayward ex's back (don't ask), but about, umm, me. So here goes...

Sometime in September, The Boyfriend and I finally decided that we've had enough of Thailand, its crap, and its citizens (might write a long rant about that in the future) and that we should move to Cebu, my hometown, pronto! The rest of the month just sort of passed by in a blur of overpriced cargo shippers, panic packing, and evil landlords (might be included in said rant). Before we knew it, we were on a plane to the Philippines, saying goodbye and good riddance to the country that we just left.

We arrived in Cebu on the first of October, and since then, we've moved into a lovely 2-bedroom 2-storey house (no more crappy Thai studio apartments, weeeeeee!), bonded with our neighbors (namely my sister next door and my mum two doors down), and caught up with a few friends. The Boyfriend is adjusting quite nicely to the food (no more Thai shit on a plate), and naturally, I tried to eat everything that I missed the moment we landed, so I gained a few pounds and I'm now desperately trying to lose them. We also spent a weekend at the fancy Alegre Beach Resort (courtesy of mum) where we frolicked in 5-star heaven, and found clown fishes a mere 10 feet away from the beach – you don't get that in Thailand!

But probably the biggest news isn't that we left Thailand barely 2 weeks after we decided to, nor is it the idea of The Boyfriend having to get used to a new city in a new country. The big news is – wait for it! - we're engaged! I won't go into the details anymore because Chin has done such a good job of telling it to all and sundry, but the fact is, I'm going to be Mrs. Young soon enough. No, we don't have a date yet, and there's no rush, really. The important thing is we're going there, and I can't wait for the rest of my life!

So here we are a month later – blissfully engaged, very well-fed, and considerably more relaxed than we have ever been in Thailand. I guess no matter how horrible the people are in that country, or how bad the food is, I'm still thankful that I did go when I did. It took a little over a year of living in Thailand to make me realize just how fabulous my Cebu is. Not only that, I learned to travel alone, live on my own, and enjoy my own company. I've come full circle, and somewhere along the way, I found the love of my life.

Now that, my dear friends, is what fairy tales are made of.